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Preparations for breakfast brought back a sense of normality to the threesome. The ladies were wearing jeans and blouses while Mark had donned his heavier clothes. He planned to shovel out the doorways and bring in more wood for the fireplace as soon as breakfast ended. The wind had lessened and the snowfall decreased as temperatures began to plummet.
The telephone buzzed for the first time in days. Helen answered, "Oh hi, Steve, thanks, but I am fine. Not to worry, all's good here, lots of food, heat and water. I'm good until tomorrow, no need to rush out to open my road."
She continued, "Oh, and if the manager calls looking for his wife, Dorothy is trapped here with me so let him know. He's out of town but was aware that she was coming out to visit me. We have my Ski-Doo so if we need to get out we can. Okay, later today or tomorrow some time. Bye." The call had been from the mine Surface Superintendent who was responsible for road and yard maintenance.
Smiles all around, their adventure could continue uninterrupted, no rush to complete their odyssey of sexual experiments. They settled down for breakfast, laughing and joking as if all was normal and that they had not spent the past twelve hours screwing each other.
The ladies competed to serve Mark coffee or toast or jam or whatever, touching his neck seductively with soft fingers or brushing against his shoulder with a hip or a breast. The object of this attention smiled contentedly like a master in a mediaeval household, while occasionally sliding a hand up between the legs of whoever was serving him or nuzzling a breast as one bent over him.
But he had work to do and arose from the table, kissed each lady on the forehead and donned his parka, fur hat and mitts. The ladies giggled at the sight of their paramour bundled up like a Russian peasant. They cleaned the table and washed the dishes as they listened to him clumping around shoveling and retrieving wood. They stood side by side over the kitchen sink as he made his way down to the lake on snowshoes.
"Where the hell is he going?" Dorothy queried.
"It looks like he is going to open his fishing holes and set some lines through the ice. I'm sure that he could fish twenty-four hours a day; he loves it. He claims that the fish bite best in winter following a storm and the return of high-pressure systems."
Dorothy giggled, "You mean that there are times he would rather fish than fuck?"
Helen said, "Well, I do wonder sometime, but he gives me all that I can handle in bed." They both laughed in unspoken agreement.
They cleaned up and poured themselves another cup of coffee and settled in on the sofa beside the fireplace.
Dorothy said, "So, what do you think, Helen? Are you okay about bringing me out here? Or are you uncomfortable seeing Mark and I naked and with him in me? I could understand if jealousy entered your mind. This has been wild, I have never imagined doing anything like this. And by the way, you and he really know how to get it on. It looks like a choreographed ballet! I almost come with you."
"I was uneasy watching the two of you at first," Helen responded. "But as you well know after months of me going through that period of 'where was this all going', 'how could there be a happy ending', this seems to be an answer of sorts, puts things in a different perspective. The hot sex continues and the final outcome of my relationship with him no longer seems to be a major issue. So any jealousy I might have - and there are a few little twinges of course when he kisses you - are submerged in the erotic aspects of the two of us sharing one man. I'm fine, Dorothy, never been so content in fact."
Dorothy put her coffee down, leaned in over Helen and kissed her softly. "Good, and what about what you and I have done together? Any regrets? I can tell you that I have none."
Helen said, "None here either. It has been a total surprise at how much I have enjoyed being intimate with you. It is quite different from making love to a man."
They kissed passionately while struggling to join their bodies on the confines of the sofa.
Dorothy's breath was heavy as she whispered, "I'm so horny, Helen. Let's go to bed while our stallion rests up ice fishing. We have not really had a good go at each other alone, much as I loved the threesome. Let me take you to bed, let me fuck you. And I mean that, let me fuck you." The last two words were said with emphasis.
Helen became submissive to Dorothy's demands and lay back as she crawled up over top of her. Dorothy somehow managed to rub her mound on Helen's hip and cheek.
They left a trail of clothes on the floor as they headed for the bedroom ending up in panties only at the side of the bed. They kissed passionately with breasts, bellies and mounds grinding together.
"On your back, Helen, just lay there and let me do everything that I dream of doing to you," Dorothy almost spat the words out. "I have been fantasizing about removing your panties. It arouses me to watch a man pull mine off. They are always so desperate to kiss and fuck my pussy. That's what I'm going to do to yours."
Helen obeyed, lifting her butt upwards as Dorothy's soft fingers slipped into her panties and pulled them off. She was trembling a little and very turned on while wondering what was racing through Dorothy's mind. She groaned as Dorothy kissed her nipples and gently fingered her pussy.
Dorothy pushed her own panties off and began to rain kisses and licks from Helen's lips to her ankles, tasting every part of her body. She returned to suck on Helen's long nipples now jutting out like little fingers from her smallish breasts. She kissed her way down Helen's belly and then lifted her legs over her shoulders and settled in with her face and mouth inches from Helen's vulva.
Helen stared down between her breasts at Dorothy's eyes boring up into hers, gasping in response to the first tentative lick along the length of her slit. She spread to allow Dorothy access to her entire vulva with her probing tongue. Everything was done gently, affectionately, and purposely to arouse her. And arouse her it did. She almost lost it as Dorothy took the tiny hood of her clit between her lips and teased it with her tongue tip.
Dorothy crawled back up Helen's body, rubbing her breasts on everything she could rub until their mouths engaged once more. Helen could taste her own pussy on Dorothy's tongue and lips, causing hers to cramp in expectation.
Dorothy purred, "I've been aching to do that, to taste all of you."
"Oh Dorothy," Helen responded, "it was beautiful, I want my turn on you."
"No, let me do it, I've been fantasizing about rubbing our pussies but have not figured out the best way to do it," Dorothy said.
They kissed passionately and Helen whispered, "Go for it, we'll find a way."
Dorothy pushed away and off the bed, pulled the sheets and covers off and tossed them to one side. When she returned to the bed, she positioned to get her legs the reverse of Helen's, sliding one leg between Helen's and moving upwards in an effort to join the two 'Y's'. Helen turned to her side a bit, seeking the best way to mesh their pussies. There were no smiles or giggles of embarrassment; they were fully focused on this joining.
The need intensified as Helen felt Dorothy's slippery pussy lips slide up along her inner thigh. Dorothy was propped up on one arm and over Helen as their vulvas first brushed. They struggled to find a position to make full contact, the air filled with little groans and cries as they finally engaged.
They paused as their bodies merged in this intense intimacy.
Dorothy moaned, "Go first, Helen, rub me, oh damn, that's it, oh yes. Ah, you caught my clit!"
They took turns being the dominant, grasping the other's body wherever they could, holding on while they pressured their pussies together in slow agonizing grinds. As they approached orgasm, Dorothy lifted up until she was on her knees with one of Helen's legs over her shoulder, her arm wrapped around the leg to anchor her hip movements. Helen maintained upward pressure to maintain the engagement of the two pussies.
Achieving orgasm was like climbing a hill slowly, reaching the crest and gliding down the other side in exhilaration. They held the pose; grinding their pussies together, eyes closed as tensions evaporated, after which Dorothy tumbled down beside Helen.
"Now that was fun," Dorothy panted, "why did I wait so long to try that? I wondered sometime, you know, what it would be like with a woman, but never really came close to doing it. What have we missed?"
Helen was not feeling nearly as fulfilled as Dorothy although she had certainly enjoyed the orgasm. She preferred being mounted by young Mark. Strange that she would think about that even as she lay beside Dorothy's soft warm body. She also knew that Dorothy would be after more in the future. Her only response now, however, was, "That was beautiful, Dorothy; it is more pleasure than I ever thought possible."
They heard their partner at the back door stomping around putting things away.
"We better get out of bed before he finds us," Dorothy giggled, "if he sees us like this he'll be after us like a Viking."
"You go shower, Dorothy," Helen said, "I would like to greet him alone right now." She snuggled down, pulling the covers back over her as Dorothy scrambled to the bathroom.
Mark removed his heavy clothes and boots before warming himself in front of the fireplace. He glanced over his shoulder to catch Dorothy's bare bum disappearing into the bathroom. He smiled to himself wondering what his lady friends had been up to during his hour or so setting his lines out in the cold.
He pushed the bedroom door open and grinned at Helen lying in bed, covered by a thin sheet that clung to every inch of her body. Her hair was disheveled and damp, her face flushed as she beckoned him to her side.
"Hi, baby," Mark whispered, "what have you been up to?" He bent and kissed her softly.
"I've been bad," she grinned, "we couldn't wait for you." She reached up and pulled his head down for a lingering kiss.
"Damn, would have loved watching that," Mark's eyes hardened as desire for her flooded back into his body. He tugged the sheet down to bare her, dipped down and kissed a nipple. He slid one hand down her bare belly to her bush. Helen had always been shy about her body, seldom exposing it to previous lovers, but she was thrilled to bare herself for Mark; his hungry eyes always seemed eager to view her. His fingers were still cold.
"Oh, oh, your pussy's wet, must have been busy. Did you get off? Pussy looks like she is still hungry." He slipped two cool fingers into her.
Helen gasped at the feel of the cool digits. "No, didn't get off," she lied, "I think Dorothy did, but I wanted to get off with you." She rubbed his hard cock through his pants, "Want that in me, babe."
Mark stood quickly and shucked off his clothes tossing them to one side as Helen settled herself on her side expectantly.
"You're such a beautiful woman, Helen," Mark uttered as he approached the bed, "I can't believe I have you for a lover. You bring me so much pleasure and affection. I dream of being with you twenty-four hours a day."
He lay down on his side facing her as she threw one leg over his hip and moved close up to him. "Our favorite position," she murmured, "how many times have we started this way?" His cock had slipped easily between her legs as if programmed, and she slowly slid her pussy lips back and forth along the top of his shaft as their mouths engaged and tongues intertwined. It was their special foreplay, their entry into blind passion. "We rubbed our pussies together, mine is still wet, must be Dorothy's juice," she groaned.
Mark swore silently at the mental picture formed by her words and positioned his body to allow a better angle for penetration; his big knob plowing a furrow in her hot lips, a little deeper with each movement until finally he was in her and stroking her with half of his shaft.
They took turns, he holding still as she pumped her hips back and forth and then hooking her leg up his side to allow him to gain depth and pleasure. He pulled her cheeks apart, his big fingers digging into her crease.
They needed it all now. On this day she rolled easily on top of him, pushing herself upwards with her knees planted each side of his hips, all accomplished with his cock still buried in her. She placed her hands on his shoulders to brace herself for her ride. Hips rising and falling, their breath coming in faster and faster gulps, she rode him mercilessly, gradually lowering her upper body as her butt rose higher and higher before slapping down and jerking forward around his throbbing shaft.
"I want this, I want this," she cried, "don't stop me, let me finish, this is what I want, let me come, babe." She was suddenly lying flat down on him, thrusting her legs down between his, forcing them sideways to provide the traction needed to drive her pussy up and down his shaft. He could feel her cheeks cramping and straining in his hands as she exploded like a coiled spring around him.
He rolled her gently to her back, still buried in her spent body, and drove his cock deep into her and got off, jerking spasmodically as the built-up tension fled his muscles and nerve endings.
After a minute or so and with him still lying on top of her, she whispered, "Oh that was perfect, I wish we could do that forever."
They lay wordlessly for minutes. They could hear Dorothy emerge from the shower. It was only 1 pm on a Sunday afternoon. Mark murmured, "Going to check my lines and then I had better get back to the staff house before dark. I'll ski back along the lake. I shouldn't be around when the plow makes its way here. Finding me here with you and the manager's wife might raise suspicions."
They kissed, she said, "Can't wait for next weekend. It will probably be just for two." Dorothy's husband would be back and Helen had shared enough for a while at any rate.
He left her in bed, showered and got ready to go back out into the cold. Dorothy was waiting for him in the kitchen, her back up against the sink counter sipping on a coffee. She was wearing a white terrycloth robe, open to her belly button but covering her nipples. "Are you off? Not going to say goodbye to me?" She sipped a little coffee as she stood, feigning disappointment.
Mark approached with a smile, "Not leaving just yet, just going to check my lines. This has been was so very nice, Dorothy. I never dreamed that I could be so lucky. You are very beautiful." He leaned in and kissed her softly.
As he stepped back, Dorothy tugged on the robe belt to bare her naked torso.
Mark stood frozen momentarily; he could not tear his eyes from her beckoning body. 'Oh damn,' he thought as he tugged his own belt open. Dorothy immediately went for his zipper.
As his hands slipped around her naked waist Dorothy thought, 'He's such an easy mark.' But she said, "Helen told me what you once did to her on the countertop. Do you remember?" She nuzzled his neck as she pushed his pants and shorts down. He held her tits in his hands, rubbing the nipples together, his tongue tip circling her lips.
He moved back a little better to view her breasts and belly. She had a very prominent mound, bulging out like half an apple. He teased it a little and whispered, "What a pretty pussy. I'm going to be thinking about it for the next month when I wake up."
Dorothy's said tremulously, "What will you do when you think about it?" She loved knowing that someone ached for her pussy.
He replied, "Going to have to take some extra time in the shower, get myself off remembering how good it felt to fuck it."
Dorothy almost passed out at the description combined with the feel of his two thick fingers slipping into her slit while the heel of his hand pressed down hard on her mound.
He returned to her question, "Oh yes, I remember, Helen's very inventive, I just do what she asks," he said. They kissed full-on, lips and tongues circling and twisting. "What did she tell you?"
Dorothy cried softly in anticipation. "She said that you set her on the countertop and screwed her while standing up. Oh Mark," she moaned as his strong hands lifted her and set her butt on the counter, he sliding between her legs. Her arms went around his neck as he slipped two fingers into her pussy. Suddenly she felt the knob of his cock teasing and pressing on her clit and lips. Luckily she had oiled her pussy after the shower.
"Like this, you mean? " he whispered, "what came next, Dorothy?" He was knob fucking her, using his hand to stir it around just inside her clutching pussy lips.
Dorothy relaxed a bit, settling back on her hands, her eyes hooded with lust and ready to play. "She said you slipped your cock into her, right here on the counter. Push it in me, nice and slow, ah God, leave it in, let me work on it." Mark pulled her ass to the edge of the countertop. He was just tall enough that he did not have to strain or push up on his toes.
Dorothy began to work on his buried shaft, moving and twisting her hips, shifting them back and forth, clutching and releasing her pussy muscles until finally breathing out, "Now, fuck me now."
Mark grasped her by the hips and began a slow stroke, in and out, rubbing side to side, "You are a naughty lady, Dorothy, open your eyes, watch my cock go in and out of your pussy. Look down, baby, watch me fuck it," he ordered. He stood holding onto her ass with one hand while teasing her exposed clit on each withdrawal.
Dorothy was beyond teasing, desperate only to get off. But she watched his thumb caress her clit while his slippery shaft plundered her gaping pussy.
Mark demanded, "Look at me now, Dorothy, read my eyes as we make love. Watch me get ready to come in you, empty your mind of everything except coming with me." He began to pound her, she needing to wrap her arms around his neck to hold on as they surged to release, groaning and grunting to the sound of his belly slapping against hers. Their bodies clamped together like two massive suction cups; her heels clamped behind his thighs as he released his load in a series of short bursts.
Still clutched together, he continued with slow delicious finishing strokes to claim the last pleasure from their lust.
Dorothy whispered, "Ah, I wanted that so badly this morning when you pulled out to get off in Helen. I had to have it before you left us. We may never get this chance again." They kissed. They could hear the sounds of a hair dryer in the bathroom, Helen obviously close to making an appearance.
Mark pulled free, pulled up his shorts and pants from around his ankles and began to dress to go back out into the cold.
Just as he opened the outside door, Dorothy asked, "Do you ever go to the mining convention in the spring?"
Mark paused, "I have in the past when looking for summer work. Will you have a job offer for me?"
Dorothy replied, "I'm not sure about a job offer, but I would like to do an extensive interview with you." There was no smile in her eyes as they held a glance.
Mark did smile when he said, "I'll be an open book to you." He pulled the door shut.
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