Snatched by cmsix

Chapter 11

That little trick certainly went over well, but they didn't quiz me about it like I'd thought they might. Maybe they had other things on their minds at the moment. They didn't waste any time getting their clothes off and then helping me off with mine.

Soon I was examining them both in the weak lamplight and wishing I had candles already. As I'd pretty much suspected they were nearly the same size and had almost matching curves and valleys. Coloration was the most apparent difference.

Shaeta's lighter skin tone, with her pink nipples, looked lovely beside Katia's slightly darker skin and darker brownish tips. Shaeta's eyes were a dark but nearly sparkling green and Katia's were the bluest ones I'd ever seen. Looking them over made my dick the hardest one I'd ever even heard of.

Shaeta took a metaphorical backseat tonight so Katia could get her introduction to dick, no doubt. Katia was so excited that she could hardly contain herself. She flopped down to the furs as soon as I'd let her.

"Oh please, come and do it. I heard every scream Shaeta made the other night and they made me so excited," Katia said.

"I live to serve," I said, joining her on the furs, with Shaeta lying on the other side of her at once.

I started at the top of Katia's beaver and began kissing my way up and over her flat belly. She shook and trembled for my whole trip and when I latched my lips around a nipple she moaned.

Shaeta didn't realize it but she gave away their secret almost at once, whispering into Katia's ear about what was coming next and how it was going to feel. As I licked and sucked Katia's nipples Shaeta really let the cat out of the bag.

"Bite them a little," she said with a husky voice as I sucked on one of Katia's nipples, "She likes to have them nibbled firmly."

"Well don't just stay up there whispering to her, come down here and help me with one," I said.

They both sucked in gasps at that and then looked at me, seeming to expect the worst.

"What, did you think I wouldn't like that? It is making me burn inside. Come Shaeta, come help. Don't think she'll hesitate to help me with you later," I said, and she was convinced.

After a minute or two I left the titties to Shaeta's tender mercies and kissed my way back to Katia's booger. Things were already dripping down there and I saw that as I climbed between Katia's legs, Shaeta whispered something in her ear. What ever it was made Katia moan very loudly.

My tongue on her pussy made her moan even louder and as I licked her from asshole to appetite her hips started bucking and then straining to get more of the tongue work moved to her pussy. Finally I relented and used my lips to put suction around her clitty and then batted it side for side with my tongue tip. She exploded.

I didn't give Katia much time to rest from that first come. If the truth were known, I was ready for some pussy. She was back with us enough to spread her legs widely in seconds and then Shaeta pulled the best trick yet. She took hold of my throbbing dick and swabbed the head up and back in Katia's groove before lining me up for a landing.

When I touched down I kept going. With five pushes and pulls I had found the bottom and I set up a rhythmic stroke. I saw that Shaeta was tweaking Katia's nipples a little but mostly just watching.

"Shaeta, show Katia how I like to kiss," I said, and she didn't waste any time doing it.

There was no telling whether Katia had been more excited to start with or if Shaeta's kiss was just too much of a surprise, but seconds later she ripped their mouths apart, laid her head back and howled.

She showed me then that her inner muscles were even stronger than Shaeta's had been, or else she was just trying harder. Her pussy's tunnel squeezed a come out of me, and it was a damned good one. I collapsed onto her heaving panting body, heaving and panting myself. I wanted to roll my weight off her but didn't have the strength. Seconds later we all seemed to be sharing one kiss between the three of us. It's good work if you can get it.

To my surprise, Katia seemed to recover about an hour before I'd have thought she would be able to, as in about ten minutes after we'd hit the big one. I knew damned well I could never come back that fast, or I'd thought that at the time.

There is something about two naked women kissing and hugging and fondling each other that is very inspiring. Especially when they're both five ten and have impossibly large firm titties. Not to mention that they were squeezing each other's titties and pinching each other's nipples. Did I mention that they had only recently learned how to french kiss? I thought I had forgotten that.

Their performance was a dick inflator from the word go, and by the time Shaeta had Katia on her back again, working on her titties from above, I was ready for another round.

"Shaeta, lick her pussy," I said.

"But we've never done that to each other," she said, with a voice that was even more husky than before.

"It's about time you started then. Get busy," I said, giving her a playful slap on the beautiful ass she had pointed in my direction.

"Oh, yes Carl," she said, and put her beautiful knees between Katia's beautiful legs, to get started.

Of course I hadn't mentioned that I'd be giving her some help she might not really need in a minute or two.

Shaeta's tongue affected Katia about like an electric shock would have. Her body tensed all over for a second as Shaeta's tongue found her slit and then she moaned louder than I knew a woman could. Apparently Shaeta was delighted with the taste because she was licking for all she was worth in seconds.

Sensing my cue, I knee walked up behind Shaeta's wonderful shaking ass and placed my own dickhead this time. She tensed a little herself as she felt my German helmet nosing around between her labia and then she groaned into Katia's pussy as I pushed for home base. Of course this forced a loud groan out of Katia too.

I was busily long dicking Shaeta in a few seconds and she went back to work on Katia, who was panting for home herself by now.

"Shaeta, tell me, did my dick feel different coming in with Katia's juice already on it?" I asked, and it was damned sure the right thing.

First, the mere thought of it pushed Katia over the edge with Shaeta following obediently right behind her. Shaeta didn't leave me though, managing to keep her ass pressed back against my groin and showing me that she had more inner grip than she'd revealed two nights before. It was so thoughtful of her that I just had to share some come, though I have no idea how.

You might think that an all around squeezing like that wouldn't be such a turn on, but I don't mind telling you that you are wrong, wrong, wrong. The feeling was so wonderful and so different from what I was used to that I gave it up for her right away. In seconds we were all piled up on each other, barely able to lick, tickle, and suck. It probably took me at least twenty seconds to fall soundly asleep.

I woke for a few seconds later that night and discovered we were all in and under the furs, and that I had one beauty snuggled up on either side of me. It made me want to see whoever had brought me here and kiss them right on the mouth, if they even had one.

I could barely believe how good I felt the next morning when Katia and Shaeta woke me by taking turns leaning over my face and swinging their titties and nipples to drag across my lips. It was wonderful and it made me want to shut my eyes again and pretend to be asleep for the rest of the day. Finally I couldn't resist and I latched onto the next nipple with my lips.

They laughed at me over that and soon we were all up, dressed and heading outside. They went directly to the fire to help with the meal, which was just getting started. I wandered out to Buttercup, gave his ears a few scratches and then found a convenient bush to water. It made me realize that a privy was something I needed to show them soon.

Back near the fire I saw Denac was with us and he looked even better today. I walked over to him.

"Do you think we can check for a burned out honey tree today?" I asked.

"If you want to we can, and I've been thinking about it. None of the trees were burnt badly and if we find one it may still have honey in it."

"That would be even better wouldn't it?" I asked.

"Yes, it would. I can hardly think about how nice it would be to get honey without all those stings," he said.

We cut our conference short then, since Shaeta and Katia came over bringing both of us a bowl of breakfast. Denac had a hard time letting up on his thanks long enough for them to go back and get their own. We waited to eat until they returned. I knew it was only polite but I hadn't expected Denac to realize it.

After we'd eaten I told my mates what we were up to and made sure they knew I could stay to help them if they needed me for something.

"We will just be working in and around the hut this morning. Go ahead and see if you can find it. We are still anxious about the comb and what you are going to do with it," Katia said.

I went by my cart for my hatchet and Glock. I thought about taking the rifle too, but decided that it probably wasn't necessary. Denac detoured us by his hut and I learned that many of the skins I'd moved into it for him were actually skin bags to hold honey. He wanted to be prepared if we did find a tree with some.

The burned out place was odd to say the least. It was like he'd said. It seemed that a fire had started and then been rained out or something. As we walked around looking I found the reason it had started at least.

It wasn't the Tunguska event by any stretch, but it was apparent to me that a meteorite had struck here. There was even a small crater near the middle. Apparently it had been hot enough to touch off a fire, and it was almost as apparent that rain had started falling not much later and put it out. I wondered if there would be an iron center to that crater, but saved that thought for later.

I also knew that Denac had been right about a honey tree, since I'd been able to smell it nearly a quarter mile away. I didn't hurry to it though. I let Denac prowl around until he found it.

The bees had an entrance hole about twelve feet up, but we wouldn't be able to reach it without putting something together to climb on. The fire had been hot enough to damage any low limbs and they had since fallen off.

I used the back of my hatchet to tap on the trunk and found that it was fairly solid for about the first four feet and then the sound changed as I kept going up.

"How do you get the honey out, Denac?" I asked.

"It is better if we can cut the tree down, but with one that sounds this solid we would probably just try to knock a hole near the bottom of the hollow and drain the honey that came out into bags.

"After we had drained any that was out of the comb we would try to make the hole larger to pull the comb out through. That is usually the time the bees cause the most trouble, as if the first wasn't enough.

"Often we have to leave for a day or two to let the bees give up and leave," he said.

"I'm betting that it makes the bees very mad," I said.

"Yes, that is usually when I get stung the most, when we have to do it like that. Someone has to stay near to hold the bags and then to change them when one is full," he said.

"We are going to have an easy day today though," I said.

"You are right about that, but I should have brought my axe," he said.

"We won't need it, but I'm going to ask you not to tell anyone how we did what I'm going to do," I said.

"I won't mention it, and they probably won't asks anyway," he said.

He set down most of the bags and showed me a small wooden trough he had made to put under the hole once he'd made it. The trough had notches on one end that held the bag to it.

I asked him if he was ready to catch honey and he said he was, so I had him step back a pace or two, warned him to put his fingers in his ears, and then fired through the tree, near where I estimated the bottom of the hollow was.

Denac was amazed but his instincts took over when honey started coming out of the hole I'd made. While he dealt with that I went around to the other side of the tree to see if there was an exit hole. There wasn't, but there was a noticeable bulge with some splintering around it.

This would work fine for collecting honey but it wouldn't be worth a shit for getting the comb. No matter, after most of the honey was out we could cut the tree down and work at a more convenient level.

"How is it going, Denac," I asked.

"It is doing well, but it would be better if it were faster. I'm guessing there is a lot of honey in this tree that isn't being held by comb. Maybe the fire melted the comb and has let all the honey out into the hollow. I hope I have enough bags for it," he said.

"Do you have any more in your hut?" I asked.

"Yes, several more."

"Then why don't I do this part while you go back for them," I asked.

"It might be better if you went back. You could probably get back with the bags faster and it will be easier to change them with two people. I haven't had any trouble walking since day before yesterday, but I'm not sure I can run yet," he said.

"Are the bags all in the same bunch of furs?" I asked.

"I have the bags nearly right in the middle of my hut's floor. I had my hands on all of them and I should have brought them in the first place. I had no idea we'd find such a big tree," he said.

"I'll go get them and come right back. Will it be all right if I ask my mates to come and help?" I asked.

"Of course. They might want to see the honey coming out. Most people never get a chance to see it without getting stung, and most aren't that curious," he said, and then we laughed about it.

I took off for the camp and found his bags within ten minutes. It took nearly ten more to get Shaeta and Katia to come with me though. It wasn't that they didn't want to; they had been making clothes and trying the sizes as they went. It wouldn't do for them to stroll out into the trees in the state of undress I found them in.

When we reached Denac it was just in time. The bag was nearly full. I held the trough in place and he talked Katia through placing the new one while he tied off the full one. Things went more smoothly than I would have expected.

With that tended to, I held the trough and bag while I told Denac and the girls how to squeeze the air out of the disposable foam type ear plugs I'd fetched from my cart while the girls had been dressing. It was a good thing that I preferred the disposable type, since I'd had a fresh box of two hundred and fifty pairs with me on my hunting and fishing trip.

Even though they were meant to be used once and then discarded, they could be reused as long as you cleaned them every now and then. If you were too lazy to do that you could just suffer through the fungus infection you were likely to get.

Once our ear protection was in place I put another hole right beside the first one, running around to check the other side again. We were still in luck, though I could tell if I did it again we'd be trying to stop up a hole on this side.

Denac had been right about the girls watching the honey come out of the tree. They were fascinated by the process, and the honey just kept coming too. The damned tree had a lot more in it than we could have guessed.

We had six bags already tied off and Denac was working on the seventh when I thought to ask him if anyone else had any bags.

"I don't know, but Caloe might. I know that she usually turns them inside out and tries washing them after they are empty, but I've never asked her what she does with them after that. We have never needed this many before," he said.

The girls volunteered to go back to see if anyone had anything that would do and they were going to take a bag of honey each back with them, but I asked them to just go ahead in case it took a while to find something that would work, so they took off trotting. I hoped they came up with something, because if they didn't I was going to feel like any honey we wasted was my fault for being in a hurry to get at some honeycomb.

Nothing of the sort happened though. Of course Shata and Caloe had some of the old bags and they were even mostly clean, if a bit sticky still. I got the impression that they had never been used a second time before but they were perfect now, and needed too.

The bags weren't the only thing that came back though. Almost everyone, except for the few that had helped Denac before, came out to take a look at the miracle find. None of them stayed for the duration, like Shaeta and Katia did, but they all came out and gave it a good looking at.

It was well passed time for lunch before Denac said it was running too slowly to matter now. He had used up all his ten bags and six of the twelve used ones that Caloe had produced.

Meanwhile I had been eyeing the honey flow myself and had found some small fallen branches about a hundred yards from the tree. It hadn't taken much knife work to make two tapering plugs for the bullet holes I'd installed. When Denac gave up the ghost I placed them in the holes and drove them in snugly.

Denac gave me a look of curiosity but he didn't ask any questions, so I volunteered.

"There must still be honey on up in the tree that is slowly dripping down. With the holes stopped up, it will pool in the bottom and maybe we can get another half bag or so tomorrow," I said.

"That is good thinking and you are probably right. When we break one open there is always honey clinging all around the insides even after we have dipped most of it out," he said.