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Runways: Part 6
Man’s escape to the fishing hole

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I pushed the boat away and motored almost silently down

about half the length of the lake to a nice weed bed, and started to work a
small fly along the edges of the weeds.

The rain started less than two hours later, but I was ready

for it, mostly. I pulled on the rain suit I'd taken along to fend off the ice
cold drops. The cold began to seep through the light weight rain suit as the
temperature dropped precipitously, easily down over a dozen degrees in the
first twenty minutes. This storm had all the earmarks of one intending to stay
for a while. It was late summer, which meant that the temperatures could easily
reach up to ninety if it was clear, but it could also get uncomfortably cold at
these altitudes. Not cold enough to snow until late August, but that was only a
few weeks away.

I made my way back to the dock with my fish, cleaned them

and headed back to the cabin, trying to suppress a shiver. I could see smoke
coming from the chimney, the thought of a warm fire extremely inviting. I stepped
through the door, closing it behind me and stood in the kitchen area, staring
at the sight in front of me.

Kim was on her hands and knees over the top of an equally

naked Amy, her pussy pointing toward me, her knees bent and spread apart to
completely expose her. Kim's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her long
hair hanging wildly around her face as she moaned in pleasure. I had clearly
stepped into an extremely intimate moment between the two, and it equally
appeared that neither yet realized that I was there. I stepped to the sink and
laid the fish in it and pulled off my rain suit as quietly as I could. I looked
over at Kim as I pulled my rain suit pants off and saw her looking at me,
smiling with the same smile that she'd given me the first time we had sex.

Amy was still busy between Kim's legs, noisily licking and

teasing her pussy with her mouth when Kim motioned me to come closer. It didn't
take a rocket scientist to see that she was inviting me to pay attention to
Amy's exposed pussy. I knelt at the end of the bed and leaned down over it,
licking slowly up her wet and well excited pussy. Her lips were full and
engorged, a significant amount of inner lip protruding, glistening in the
flickering light of the fireplace. Her juices were sweet on my tongue as I
teased up her slit, circling the tip of my tongue around her clit several
times, causing her to lift her hips toward me and moan loudly into Kim's pussy.
Kim gasped at the sensations racing from her pussy through her body as my
attentions to Amy's pussy drove her actions in and on Kim's pussy to be more
vigorous.

"Oh god," Kim moaned loudly as I teased Amy's

pussy.

"What the hell?" Amy suddenly asked, apparently

finally putting together that Kim was impossibly talking and licking at the
same time. I felt Amy try to pull herself up the bed under Kim, pushing Kim's
body up. Somewhat reluctantly Kim crawled off of Amy, leaving her laying on the
bed looking down her naked body at me leaning over the end of the bed, my face
now almost two feet from her spread pussy. "What the hell are you
doing?" she snapped angrily.

"I invited him," Kim said as she lay on the bed

next to Amy, her feet and head at opposite ends of the bed than Amy.

"Why? If I wanted a guy between my legs I'd have a

boyfriend!" Amy snapped.

"You seemed to be enjoying it just fine until a moment

ago," Kim shot back with a scowl. "Look. You were willing to spend a
whole weekend getting fucked by him just so he'd take me on vacation. Not to
have sex, but just to get out of town. Now you're suddenly adverse to being
touched by him at all? I think you need to reevaluate just exactly what you
think is appropriate. Adam and I are having sex. If you want to continue to
have sex with me, you're going to have to figure out a way to deal with that.
And no, being pissed off at Adam all the time is NOT an acceptable solution.
You've always told me how sweet and kind he is and how caring he is for a guy.
Well, guess what? I learned that even better than you can imagine!" Kim
said as she pushed herself up to sit on the end of the bed, still facing Amy.
"Adam is sweet and kind and gentle and intelligent and wonderful. So much
so that I asked him to marry me! So you better get used to him being with
us!"

"You asked him to MARRY you? Seriously? You two are getting

MARRIED?"

"Well, not yet. He hasn't said yes yet. But I think he

will, when he's had a chance to get to know me better."

"Damn!" Amy swore quietly, pushing herself up to

sit on the bed, leaning against the pillows and the wall. "I guess you
don't need me any more then," she added as she pushed off the bed and
picked up the pants of the pink sweat suit she'd worn overnight.

"Oh god, Amy! Don't be so dramatic! Of course I still

need YOU! You're my right hand girl! How would I ever function without you?
I’m so sorry I added to your deep-set distain for men. I was wrong. You
are so wrong, at least you’re wrong about Adam. We succeed together, in
an industry that exploits sexuality in a way that often brings out the baser
instincts of men. At least Adam has the character and self-respect to know he
wants something deeper, more meaningful. And now that I’ve discovered
that character, I find it incredibly desireable.”

"Have your new boyfriend. Let him do it all!" she

snapped as she pulled the jacket of the sweatshirt on and zipped it up over her
bare tits. She bent down and zipped her suitcase closed and stood it up. She
grabbed the handle and pulled it to the door of the cabin and threw the door
angrily open before walking out into the still falling rain, leaving the door
standing open.

Amy’s Departure

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Kim yelled out the door at

her as she stood in the doorway.

"HOME!" Amy yelled back as she started walking

down the road leading down the mountain, the rain already having soaked the
thin pink sweat suit.

"Come on. We need to go after her," Kim said,

walking towards her suitcase. She bent over and pulled out a pair of yoga pants
and a tank top, starting to put them on.

"Go after her? Why? She'll come back."

"No she won't."

"Trust me. She will. It's six miles down the mountain

and another dozen to town. She doesn't have anywhere to go. Once she finishes
her temper tantrum she'll come back."

"You don't know Amy," Kim said sharply.

"She's too damn stubborn to come back."

"Fine. I'll go get her," I said crossly, reaching

for the recently taken off rain pants. "But you're staying here. No point
in you getting soaked too!"

"Fine. I'll wait," she said with a bit of a huff

as I pulled on rain pants. It only took a minute or two to get dressed and grab
the keys for the Jeep.

If anything, it was raining harder when I went out to get in

the Jeep, water pooling on the seat and in the floorboards of the open top
vehicle. The floorboards were rusted enough that most of the water had already
leaked out onto the ground as I pushed in the clutch and started the engine. I
found her only half a mile down the muddy dirt track, her sweat suit already
covered with mud and saturated with rain. Her hair was plastered to her head as
she walked, head down, intent on going down the mountain. "You're getting
soaked."

"So?" she snapped back.

"Kim wants you to come back up. She's worried about

you."

"Big deal."

"So you're not coming?"

"NO!"

"You're sure. I mean it's a long ways down the mountain

and even farther to town."

"SO!"

"Just saying."

"Well, I don't have any intention of coming back!"

"You're sure?"

She paused for a moment and glared at me. "Perfectly!"

"Okay," I said, letting out the clutch and

bouncing my way down the hill. I slid and twisted on the little dirt track that
we called a road until it opened up onto a gravel road almost two miles down
the mountain. I turned around and headed back up the mountain, stopping at the
log that had started everything between Kim and me. I pulled under a big pine
to block the rain and shut down the engine to wait.

I saw her long before she noticed me. But then I had an

advantage, I knew where she was going to be coming from, she didn't even know I
was waiting for her. She was wet and muddy, her rolling suitcase caked with mud
almost up to the handle. She looked like she'd fallen in a mud puddle at least
once and maybe more times since she'd left the cabin.

"You ready to go back now?" I asked as she stopped

next to the Jeep, shivering.

"NO!" she said, shaking like a leaf.

"You do realize that you won't survive the walk to

town, not in this weather."

"So? It's not like you care."

"Actually I do," I answered. "But you're

trying to make it like I don't. You don’t want to let yourself believe I
can be any better than your prejudiced conclusions, even though your best
friend and most trusted lover has told you overwise."

"You don't want or need me. You have Kim."

"I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not at all sure

that I even want to marry her. Hell, two weeks ago she was a total bitch that I
worked for because I needed the money. Now all of a sudden she's different and
says that I'm the first man she could respect. Not exactly what I'd call a
match made in heaven. If there’s any sexist prejudices being confirmed by
today, it’s that women are so blinded by jealousy, that they deprive
themselves of so much, just because they’re afraid some other woman will
also find a benefit."

"So? All you have to do is say yes and you're in the

money. She's loaded after all."

"So?"

"You need money, she has money, lots of it. What's to

not get, here?"

"Just between you, me and this pine tree here, I don't

give a shit how much money she has. That's not why I'd marry someone."

"Bullshit. She's gotten into your pants and you're

playing it for everything you can. You know damn well that as long as she's
getting fucked that you have a permanent job. If you play your cards right, you
might even have a portion of her fortune."

I sighed deeply. "You know so little about me. But now

I see perhaps another sad and selfish motivation of yours. Maybe that's your
game. Maybe you have sex with her because YOU want that portion of her fortune.
I don't know. What I do know is that money isn't what I really care about. Sure
I need money to pay the bills, but after that? Life is too short to chase after
the dollar just to collect more."

"I wouldn't do that! I care too much for her to ever be

that petty."

"Well, good. I want to believe that; but you're being

pretty petty right now, not to mention stupid."

"I'm not being stupid!"

"You're not being smart either. Hell Amy! Who did I ask

out first? You or her?"

"Well, Me."

"And who did I want to be around on all those trips?

You or her?"

"True, Me?"

"So don't you think there's a reasonable chance that I

really care about YOU and want YOU?" I snapped.

"But you're fucking HER!"

"I am. It wasn't like you were exactly giving me the

green light. Hell, I didn't know you were a lesbian!" I said with a scowl.
"You could have told me I was barking up the wrong tree instead of letting
me keep trying to convince you to go out with me."

"Who said I was a lesbian?"

"Well, Kim actually said it. Kim made it clear you two

were lovers, as I saw a little while ago. What am I supposed to think?"

"Why do men always think that because two women enjoy

each other that somehow they're lesbians, or anti-man or some such shit?"

"Probably the same reason that women jump to the

conclusion that if a man is having sex with another woman that they don't have
any feelings for them," I answered with a shrug.

"Typical man!"

"I could say the same thing. Tell me. Why in the hell

is it so hard to believe that I have feelings for you?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING HER!" she practically

screamed.

"Typical woman! Maybe if you'd have let me in instead

of pushing me away for all these months I wouldn't be fucking her, I'd be
fucking you!  You’re stuck in a mindset that a man can’t
deeply love two women, all the while thinking men are to thick-headed to
understand a woman who loves sex with a man and a woman!" I snapped back
at her.

 "Look. I'm getting cold. I know you're fucking

frozen. Get your ass in the Jeep and I'll take you back up."

"What if I don't want to?" She snapped.

"Your choice!" I answered, reaching down to start

the Jeep. She stood there with her arms crossed tightly across her chest,
looking like a very cold drowned rat, her hair hanging down around her face and
dripping from the rain making its way through the branches. She had made no move
to get in, so I dropped the Jeep in gear and started to let out the clutch to
pull away.

"OKAY! WAIT!" she practically shouted. I stopped

the Jeep and she hoisted her bag into the back and climbed angrily into the
seat. "You would have driven off and left me, wouldn't you?"

"I didn't see that our conversation was getting us

anywhere. What did you expect me to do? I took you at your word. You have to
say what you want." I said as I started up the hill.

"Fight for me. If I really matter to you, that

is."

"Fight for you?" I asked, slamming on the brakes

and staring at her.

"Fuck yes. If you wanted to keep me!"

"Keep you? Hell, I've never HAD you!" I said

angrily.

"That's not my fault," she said quietly, looking

up the road instead of at me.

"Not your fault? I’m trying to treat you with

honesty and respect! Whose fucking fault is it? Mine? "

"It's not mine. Who else is there?" Amy said in a

smug tone.

I reached down and shut off the key and stared at her, the

two of us now sitting out in the rain instead of under the cover of the pine.
She continued to stare at the road and ignore my stare. "Fine. That's
fucking it!" I said, unbuckling my seat belt. I climbed out of the Jeep
and walked around to the passenger side, grabbing her arm and pulling her out
of the seat. It only took a few steps before we were back under the relative
shelter of the pine tree, standing in the soft bed of fallen needles under it.
"So it's my fault? The only thing I haven't done is this! Obviously you
don’t want respect. You don’t want chivalry." I said, letting
go of her arm. Your goddam thinking is beyond my comprehension, but I’ll
give you what I think you’re trying to get, but don’t have the good
sense to ask for.

I reached for the neck of the sweat suit top and held it

with one hand while I jerked the zipper down, practically pulling the puller
off the zipper when it reached the bottom. I let go of her top and grabbed the
material of her sweatpants and jerked them down, squatting down and pulling it
down as far as it would go. I reached up for her arms and pulled her down on
the ground in front of me and then jerked and tugged the sweatpants off over
her muddy soaked shoes, tossing the pink pants aside. I pushed her knees apart,
leaving her laying there mostly exposed while I stood up and pushed my rain
suit pants and jeans down to my knees.

She lay there without complaint, as I knelt between her legs

and reached for the pink top, pulling it aside to expose both large soft tits
before leaning over her. I held myself up with one hand and found my hard cock
with the other, lowering my hips and aiming my cock at her pussy. She neither
helped nor protested as I rubbed my engorged head up and down her wet lips
before pushing it into her bent-over ass, from behind.

"Oh fuck," she groaned as I pressed deeper into

her, the rain making its way through the many layers of pine needles above us
dripping coldly on my ass. I continued to push until I could go no farther and
then pulled back, leaving just my head inside her before plunging quickly back
into her. "Oh god yes!" she gasped as my shaft plunged all the way
into her until my head hit the end of her tunnel.

"This what you want? You wanna be taken like a fucking

animal?" I grunted as I plunged into her over and over, her tits rolling
wildly on her chest as my hips pounded into her thighs with each stroke.

"Oh fuck!" was all I got in response as she lifted

and spread her legs farther to give me greater access. In and out I stroked, my
cock driving into her with each plunge until her body moved on the needles,
pulling back again until I was nearly ready to slip from her hot wet confines.
The longer I stroked into her, the faster I began to move, my hips driving my
cock into her at an almost frantic rate.

She was ecstatic, crying out in joyful surrender, as she

fell to the bed of pine needles. She rolled over. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck;
fuck!" she screamed into the trees as her body began to tremble. She was
totally jubilant as she reached for my rain suit top and grabbed two handfuls
of material and tried to pull me down on top of her as her whole body shuddered
and trembled below me. I dropped to my knees, between her widespread legs.
Instantly my cock found it’s target and burrowed deep into her womb.
"Oh God!" she cried even louder as my cock swelled fatter. Steam was
faintly visible, rising from her partly-naked body; as the clouds thinned out
and the moonlight dimly lit the grove of Ponderosa pines.

"Uh." I grunted as my body convulsed and jammed my

cock into her so hard she slid on the pine needles. I felt a gush of cum lance
out into her pussy as she continued to try and pull me down on her. Her pelvis
jolted in reflex to my rhythmic blasts. I relaxed my arms and let her pull me
down, my wet rain suit pressing against her bare tits as she pulled my face to
hers, her moans escaping into my mouth as she pressed her lips roughly to mine.

We lay there for long minutes, both our bodies slowly

returning from their trips to ecstasy, her kisses slowly softening until she
was erotically sucking my lower lip, breathing heavily. "Took you fucking
long enough to do that," she whispered, releasing my lip and my coat.

"You wanted me to force you?"

"You didn't force me. I didn't fight back, did I? I

just wanted you to be dominant. I wanted you to be in control. I wanted you to
make me FEEL like you HAD to HAVE me! That you were in charge of both what we
did, and when we did it. I could have thought of a few more comfortable places,
but at least you finally did it."

"I don't fucking understand," I grumbled as my

cock softened in her pussy and slipped out. "So you were what, waiting for
me to do this for months or something?"

"Or something. God I gave you enough chances. How many

times did I wear things that were easy to take off with no underwear. You had
to know I didn't have a bra or panties on. Hell, how many times did I flash you
my pussy and you never fucking got the message!"

"The message? Hell, I just thought you didn't like

underwear and flashing me was an accident! You wanted me to act like a selfish,
disrespectful animal, but then I hear you disparage men for behaving that
way?"

"God, I'll never understand men!" she said shaking

her head.

"And men will never understand women," I answered

her.

"The difference is that I wanted you. The other men, I

didn’t want.” Amy said like it was the simplest and most obvious
thing which anyone should understand.

I had no words. All I could conclude is that I was from Mars

and she was from Venus. And here we were on the planet Earth, and neither of us
could comprehend the other.

“Come on,” she said from beneath me.

“Let's go back to the cabin. I'm fucking frozen!"

I pushed myself up and pulled up my ice-cold soaked pants,

as she picked herself up from the ground. My balls were instantly shriveling to
the size of a walnut.

She picked up her sweatpants and started trying to untangle

the legs and turn them right side out before giving up and throwing them a the
back of the Jeep. "Fuck it," she said as she pulled the pink top
closed and held it that way as she climbed into the cold wet vinyl seat.

I climbed into the driver side and buckled up, reminding her

to do the same before taking off up the hill to the cabin.

The lamplit Cabin

"Did you catch up with her?" Kim asked as I opened

the thick wooden door of the cabin.

"He did," Amy yelled, following behind, dragging

her wet muddy suit case, still naked from the waist down.

"What happened?" Kim asked with concern as she

stepped to Amy and wrapped an arm around her to pull her to the fire, taking
note of Amy’s bare ass, and the creamy jizz sliding down her inner thigh.

"Oh, Just Adam finally, finally giving me what I've

been waiting for," Amy said, kneeling down in front of the crackling fire
and pulling the soaked pink top off.

"What's that? A good spanking?" Kim asked, looking

up at me.

"Yes. But not the kind you're thinking of," Amy

answered. “Although I’d probably enjoy plenty of those, too.”

Kim looked at Amy, back at me and down at Amy again in

confusion.

Amy rolled her eyes. "He finally fucked me!" she

said with exasperation. "Shit. you have to know I've been trying to get
him to for months!"

"You have?"

"Oh god. How many times have I suggested that I liked

how his cock bulged in his pants when I flashed him a titty or pussy?"

"Well, yeah. All the time."

"And you didn't realize I wanted him to fuck me?"

"Wouldn't it have been a lot easier to just ask him

to?" Kim asked softly, wrapping a blanket around Amy's shoulders.

“Yes!” I yelled victoriously.” God bless

you, Kim.

Amy rolled her eyes and sighed softly and looked at Kim,

condescendingly; "Sometimes I wonder if you really do know me."

"I know you maybe better than you know yourself,"

Kim answered her. "The problem isn't that he didn't get your hints. It's
that your hints sent so many mixed signals that I doubt anyone would have
gotten that message."

"Well. Whatever. He finally did," she said as she

rubbed her hands together and held them out to the fire. "So now what do
we do? I mean he can't keep fucking both of us."

"Why not?" Kim asked with a grin. "I don't

mind if you don't mind, and I'd bet a whole ton of money he won't mind."

Amy looked at Kim curiously.  Then Kim lowered her face

to Amy's and kissed her softly on the lips. "You honestly think he's going
to pass up this chance?" she asked as she pushed Amy back onto the floor.
"The only real problem will be training him when to just pull my pants
down and stuff that fantastic cock into me, and when he should pull YOUR pants
down and fuck you!"

"You think it's gonna be hard to train him?

Seriously?" Amy asked.

"Well, my ass is sticking in the air with only a pair

of yoga pants on, and he's still standing over there instead of pulling my
pants down, so you tell me?" Kim asked Amy loud enough for me to hear.

"Yeah. Men. Pretty hard to understand them." Amy

declared.

"Even harder to train them," Kim answered her

friend.

I had stayed quiet while the two women were having their

only constructive conversation of the trip, so far. I’d finished
stripping out of my wet clothes and had just put on some sweatpants and a
sweatshirt. I’d been toweling off my wet hair and came over to lay down on
the far side of the bed.

My dad once told me that silence is sometimes the safest

strategy in resolving conflicts in a group. The two women found comradery is a
basic presumption that men need training in order to evolve into good
communicators. I had a hunch that the next few days there was going to be a lot
of training. I'm pretty sure I'm going to enjoy it though.

By m storyman x, for Literotica

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