Mistis' Adventures Part 223

The weekend was hectic, to say the least, but they made the most of it, and still had time for some fun. All the girls had their own bedrooms, with large walk in closets, which was a new thing to Joyce. She had shared a closet with her brothers. Pa had strung a wire across the bedroom, and had hung a curtain, to afford her a small bit of privacy. He had made the boys promise to honor their sister, by NOT peaking at her, when she was changing, or just out of the bath. They all knew that he set store by a man's word, so that was a serious thing.

She looked around the room she had, and reveled in the idea that it was ALL for her, and, to top things off, SHE could walk around the house, and out on the patio in back, completely naked, if she wanted. Almost as soon as they had arrived here, Melody had thrown her own clothes off, and went out in the garage, with the door up, and completely naked, and got a suitcase that had something she wanted. She had just stepped in front of the open garage door, when she heard her name being called. The couple across the street had just returned from an outing, and were waving to her, and welcoming her home. Pam and Christie had given her a funny look, and asked if they could take off their clothes, too. Mel had laughed, and told all three of them, "This is YOUR home, now. We very seldom get dressed, unless we're going to go out, or someone "special" is coming over. Most of our friends have seen us naked many times, and think nothing of it."

She went on. "When Albert's fiance' comes over, she looses her clothes as soon as she goes into Albert's room, and usually doesn't find them until she gets ready to leave. Since she stays here as much as she can, she is often naked for days at a time. Her little sister is the same way. Her Mom doesn't lose her clothes quite so fast, but she DOES eventually lose hers, too. Albert loves to walk around naked, and loves to sneak in, and catch me bent over a bit, and slip me a "surprise." Most times I hear him coming in, and bend over a bit, to make it easier for him to surprise me. We both love our little games."

True to her word, as soon as they had placed the trailer for the mornings unloading, Bob and Albert had taken off all of their clothes, and threw them in the basket, with the other dirty clothes, and came into the house, wearing nothing but their smiles. Bob was the first to express their thoughts. "GOD, it's good to go and have fun, but getting home feels so much better, though." Albert had smiled big, and told him, "AMEN, BRO!!! Then they had all gone in and took showers, came back, naked, and dived into the goodies they had brought from home. The chicken was eaten cold, with the potato and macaroni salads, and the catfish was warmed in the oven, and eaten with cans of pork and beans, and cornbread.

They had sat and sipped ice tea, and talked about what they wanted to do first, and where they could do the different things. Tomorrow would be used to wash clothes, and get things put away, and to rest. Tomorrow night, if they felt up to it, Albert or Bob would take them around and show them how to get to the different stores, or the other places that they wanted to go. Sunday, after they had done what they needed, or wanted, to do, they would go to the lake and they could see the "clothing optional" swimming area. If they wanted, they could go skinny dipping, or wear anything that they wanted. Bob had laughed and told them, "It can be QUITE EDUCATIONAL!" All of them had laughed at his description.

They had just finished eating, and all the ladies got up and made short work of the cleaning, and told the guys to sit and admire their scenery. More would be expected of them later that night. While they cleaned up, though, Bob and Albert had refilled all the glasses, and taken them out on the patio. It was too nice to sit inside the house. Melody told Bob that they were going to have to get a bigger table, and more chairs for the patio. Before they had needed only room for, at most, five people. Now they would have seven all the time, and probably, most times, as high as fifteen or twenty.

A few minutes after they went out the door, they heard the front door opening. Albert looked to see who it was. It was Floyd, Maria, and the two girls. They rushed to join them, and greet them with hugs and kisses. They were introduced to the three new ladies, and were given the same enthusiastic greeting, and welcome. Joyce was the first to give HER opinion. "Albert!!! If you weren't in love with this ravishing lady, I would have some serious doubts about your sanity, or taste. SHE'S a BREATHTAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL GIRL!!! This wonderful lady can be proud of her and her sister. BOTH are beauties from WAY BACK! Mommy is just as beautiful as her daughters, too. All three of them gave her kisses for her compliment. Albert told me about YOU, TOO, Floyd. He said so many nice things about YOU, that I can't repeat them all, in a day.

Pam looked at Althea, and told her the same thing that she had told Albert, that first night. "Where we come from, you can marry a first cousin. I already told Albert, if anything happens with you and him, I'll take him back home, and Mom will get out the white shotgun." Althea was taken aback, at first, but saw the twinkle in the girl's eye, and realized it was a form of a joke. She reached out to Pam, drawing her close and kissing her. "Don't you worry, or think I'm bad, but NOTHING is going to come between us. Not even a condom. I want to feel HIM inside of me. NOT a piece of latex. I love the way it feels, for him to spray my insides with his baby-makers. I'll GLADLY bear him all the babies he can ever want. He and I have decided to share each other, so feel free to use him all you want. Just remember that HE is MINE."

Floyd chimed in. "Does this mean you're staying the night with them, or should I say, HIM?" Althea turned and put her arms around her Father's neck, and kissed him. "Daddy! I wouldn't have it any OTHER way. I've been away from my man for too long already. I can't wait to hold him, and tell him how much I missed, and need. him. Other people call me his "better half." I don't say anything, but I think HE is MY better half." The tears running down her cheeks told the others she was being honest.

Reluctantly, Susan decided to go home for the night. Albert would be MORE than busy with Althea, and if she ran out of steam, then the other girl, Pamela would get next dibs on him. She was aware of what she had to offer. Several men, and boys, had told her how good she was, in bed, but, none of them had acted like they were ready for anything like a commitment. She had pined for the boy that had shared her that night, before he went to Basic Training, but she also knew that there would be a dearth of willing females, where he was going, and most of them would spread their legs VERY willingly. She had doubts as to whether she would ever see or hear from him, again. He would show her picture to his buddies, and possibly, a few of the more curious women, but she would only be a pleasant memory, of a night in bed, taking as much of his cum as she could get. SHE would only be a memory, and a few photographs, on his cell phone.

The night came to an end, and the three went home for the night, with a promise to return the next day, and help with the unloading, and taking the trailer to the lot, to store it until it was needed, again. Albert was going to pull it to the lot, and Floyd would fire up the steam jenny, and give it a good cleaning, then cover it with tarps to protect it from damage. It would be safe and secure there.

Melody was in a quandary. She was wanting Bob to give her a good dose of TLC, but she was so tired, after their journey, that she could hardly keep her eyes open. She had doubts as to whether she could keep her eyes open long enough to appreciate his efforts. HE, on the other hand, acted like he was fresh as a daisy, and ready for anything, or anyone. It made her appreciate his superb physical conditioning. He had almost stopped drinking, except for a beer, or a glass of wine, and had quit smoking cigarettes, but still smoked a few cigars in a day. She secretly hoped he would continue to do them. He had found some very thin cigarillos, made in the Philippines, that smelled so GOOD. She loved to smell them, on him, or when he was smoking them. She was soon saved from herself. Bob had seen Floyd and family, less the oldest daughter, out, and locked the front door. He came back, and scooped her out of her chair, and carried her to the bed, kissing her, and tucking her in, like she was a little girl. Then he had turned out the light, and closed the door. THAT was the last thing she remembered.

He went into the living room, and turned on the TV. He had changed to a channel where the latest news and weather played 7/24, and sat down to see what had transpired. He heard a whisper of a sound, and looked down the hallway, and saw Pam standing there, looking at him. She smiled, which he returned, and beckoned her to come to him. She came in and he patted the seat of the sofa, next to him, and she slid in next to him, giving him a kiss. She pulled back, slowly, looking into his eyes. HIS eyes were taking in her naked form. She was just as beautiful as she was the first time he saw her. Maybe even more so. He took delight in feeling of her curvaceous form, and her soft, smooth skin. She had the face of a pixie, and a body that made many promises, and was ready to keep ALL of them. She wasn't demanding, but you just knew that she was always ready for more.

She had taken him out in the bayous, that day, and had handed him the pump shotgun. Then she had pulled ALL of her clothes off, except for some high top sneakers. He had recognized them as war surplus, and the same type the North Vietnamese Army gave their soldiers. He kind of wondered how they had come to America. Then she had strapped on the pistol belt, and her revolver. IT was a S&W Mod, 500. A big gun for a small woman. He also wondered who had taught her to stand the recoil. It was enough to make most men take a second look. She had then handed him the bag of spare ammo, and some plastic bags and a ball of heavy twine. She had several safety pins taped to the pistol belt. He had enjoyed walking behind her, and watching the way her butt moved. It wasn't any put on. It was graceful, and exciting at the same time. Many girls tried to walk like her, but, few succeeded.

They had gone some distance, and she stopped and held her finger to her lips, then pointed. A sow black bear was rooting around, tearing at a rotten log, and looking for grubs to eat. She had waved him to her side, and held her mouth so close to his ear, that her lips tickled it, whispering, "Betcha can't slap HER on the ass. Betcha all the nookie ya can handle." He smiled and given her the sign for OK, and had stepped back. He looked at the area between him and the bear, and saw a likely path. He slipped under a fern, and stepped on a mossy place, then another. He saw a soft place, but it looked mushy, and saw the edge of it was clear. He went to it. He was now only a couple of feet out of reach of his objective. He searched the ground some more, and looked at the bear. He saw another place to step, and took it. Another foot, or so. He saw yet another place, but it was almost under the bear's hind leg. He had learned that a black bear would run from a human, unless you got between a sow and her cubs, or you backed her into a corner, so he made his decision. He took the step, and felt his leg brush the fur on her flank. He decided that he could get away, if necessary, and put his hand down and rubbed the bears vagina. She grunted, but gave no other sign that she was disturbed. He looked over and saw Pam watching him. He gave her another OK sign, and saw her pull a phone from an ammo pouch. He put his hand on the bear's rump, and she took the picture of it. He eased back a few steps, and turned and went back to Pam's side.

He led HER a few yards and stopped her. "Something I got for ya'." He held his hand out, and told her to smell of it. Her face went white, then an amazed look came on her face. "DID YOU REALLY...?" He smiled at her. "With our bet, I figured that you would appreciate something like this." She threw herself into his arms, kissing him. "BUSTER!!! I HOPE YOU BEEN TAKING THOSE VITAMINS AN' VIAGRA!!! YOU'RE GONNA NEED 'EM. I'M gonna fuck you half to death, and suck you dry. I REALLY hope you already got enough pussy from Mom and Christie. YOU ain't gonna need either one of 'em, for a couple of days.

They went on for a short distance, and she went around a large bramble bush, with some of the most wicked looking thorns he had ever seen. They were all over two inches long. She grabbed his hand as he reached out to it. "NEVER let one of them prick ya." she told him. They're kinfolk to mesquite, and if ya' get it in ya, you swell up, and it hurts like hell." He leaned down and studied the plant, for future reference. He would recognize them when/if he saw them, again. Once around the bush, they only went a few more steps, and he spied a track on the ground. The spot still had muddy water swirling into it, as it filled with water. He put his hand on her shoulder, and stopped her, stepping past her, and kneeling down to look at it. Bruce had shown him one that was nearly identical to it. This one was nearly as long as two of HIS hands, and the one that Bruce had shown him was just a tad longer. Bruce had told him that it had been made by a booger. Everything had gotten quiet. Before he had heard numerous birds, a squirrel scolding them for disturbing it, and a few other sounds. Now all sound had stopped.

He took Pam's arm and pulled her back toward him. Then he led her back the way the footprint had told him, that it had come from. He used all his prior training to move as fast as he could, until they had put some distance behind them. He stopped, and leaned down to whisper in HER ear. "Did you ever see anything that didn't look normal, or out of place, when you're out here?" She shook her head. "I saw ya lookin' at that booger track. Seen 'em a few times. Long as I don't bother them, they don't bother me." He now knew that THEY had them, too.

JUST IN CASE, though, he told her that they better get out of the way. If it was hunting, it could be dangerous. She agreed, and started leading them to their left, heading back to the mule. She, knew exactly where they were, and how was the fastest way back to the "mule." When they reached it, he stayed on alert, while she dressed, and HE climbed into the basket, starting the motor, and putting it in gear. He tromped down on the gas pedal, and ripped out of there. The grass was still bent over, showing him where they had passed, earlier, and he followed it as fast as he could go. When he got them to hard ground. She yelled over the roar of the motor, "SLOW DOWN!!! He's miles from us, by now."

Bob stopped them, and stepped off of the machine, lighting a cigarillo. He had driven with one hand, and was still holding the pump gun. He handed it to her, and she put it into the box, and sat beside him. She saw his concern. "Did that thing bother ya' THAT much?" she asked. He put his arm around her shoulder. "Yeah, Babe! I seen 'em at home, just before we came here, and had a few run ins with 'em overseas. WE called 'em rock apes. THOSE weren't as big as the ones here. THEY were only 4 to 6 feet tall, but they were vicious. Hurt one of them, and you had to run and fight 'em. They'd follow, and attack ya, 'till ya either killed 'em all, or got the Hell out of Dodge. Saw 'em get a squad of NVA, and rip 'em to shreds. One of them had shot one, and the others came after 'em."

Pam reached over and opened a second box, and pulled out a thermos, and poured him a cup of coffee. Then she took another, smaller jar, and poured a bit into the coffee. He took a sip from the proffered cup, and it felt like lightening had gone down his throat. He gasped, and sucked a big mouthful of air, to ease the sharp pain. It had burned like he was swallowing fire. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT STUFF?" he asked. She giggled at his reaction. "One of our neighbors makes it. HE calls it "white lightening." 200 proof moonshine. His is the best you can find. He sells most of it, but, he gives me some, now and again. Says it's good for what ails ya'." She offered him the jar, and told him, "Take a small sip, and swallow fast. It'll burn the inside of your mouth, and ya' won't taste anything for several hours." He did as she had instructed him. THIS time it made him feel warm inside, and was a pleasant feeling. He knew then that it was relaxing him. He was more tense than he had thought. She took the jar, and closed it up, and put it back in the box. "Drink yer coffee, and we'll fiddle around, a bit, and go to the house." He finished the coffee, and threw out the few dregs, then took a drink from the canteen she was carrying.

He sat there remembering how she had looked, as she led the way into the swamp. Her beautiful butt right in front of him. He pulled her to him, and kissed her. She looked into his eyes, and said, softly, "BINGO!" She backed up and peeled her shirt off, then reached down to unfasten her pants. She kept her shoes on, pulling her pants over them, until they were all she had on. Then she reached out and unfastened HIS trousers, removing his boots, and pulling them off, throwing them on the bed behind him. He had taken off his shirt, as she was taking his other clothes.

She stepped back to him, and embraced for a long kiss. He led her around to lay on the bed of the mule, and leaned over to kiss her stomach. She held the back of his head, and he kissed down and across the small Mons, that was now completely bare. Last night, it had held a patch of hair, about the size of a silver dollar, but now it was completely changed. He gazed at it, and leaned down one more time, and took her nipple into his lips, and was sucking it, and licking the nipple with his tongue. She drew in a big gulp of air. "HOW DID YOU KNOW...?" He raised up, and smiled at her. "Women with knockers like those, ALWAYS love to have them sucked, played with, and admired." he answered. They are ALWAYS sensitive."

She smiled at his answer. HE WAS RIGHT!!! She lay back, as he pushed lightly on her belly. She opened her thighs, and saw him putting his head down between her legs. She felt the rough, wet touch of his tongue, and it sent chills through her. He separated her labia with his tongue, and it was going in so DEEP! She had her first orgasm, clutching his head to pull him tighter. She squeezed his head with her legs as he licked and sucked her to cum several more times, moving not only in and out, but around the edges, and including her clitoris in his attention His lips pushed down the small hood, and his tongue fought a duel with the "little man," before he surrendered. She was crying out, and trying her best to push his head all the way inside her. The excitement, of the nearness to the booger, had infected her, too. She would ponder it, later, though. For NOW...

He gave her many more orgasms, and her juice was flowing freely. He kissed his way up her limp body, and got over her, moving her, as she laid on his shirt, so she wouldn't get a splinter, and making it possible to go on top of her. He wasn't so big, as a few of the men that had had her, and his weight was a comfort. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and presented herself to him, to use as much as he wanted. Her hand went between them, to guide him to the right spot. She felt him touching her, and rubbed his dick up and down her soaking wet vagina, coating the head with her juices. He pushed slowly inside of her, and they began a frenzied dance. He wasn't taking his time, once he was inside of her, but kept on thrusting as he shot his seed into her for the second time. Each time her shot his cum into her, it warmed her from the inside, and made her want more.

He finally slowed, after the second time, and reached down to put his arms at her side, with her knees behind them. Before, he had lain on top of her, holding her ass, and using it to drive into her that much harder. She had simply spread her legs for him. NOW, she knew, he was getting ready to give it to her, GOOD!!! She pulled her legs a bit higher, and had them well of the bed of the machine. He pushed deep inside pf her, and her legs went around his waist, locking her heels around his middle. Before, he was fucking her. NOW he was making love TO her.

Her arms went around his neck, and she pulled him down to her face, kissing him, and her tongue making a complete survey of his mouth. He pushed his lips tighter to hers, and did the same to her. All the time he was steadily pumping into her, and she was giving him her best rendition of Salome's "Dance of the Seven Veils." It still took much longer for him to go the distance. They weren't aware of time. They were too busy enjoying each others bodies, and the intimacy of the moment. Alas, though they were having more fun than the law allows, and a finish was reached. She felt him tense up, and took hold of his butt cheeks, to pull him even closer. His hands were around her shoulders, and his toes were against the small railing at the sides, and he pushed, giving a mighty groan, and she screamed. The hot liquid poured out of his loins, and rushed inside of her, seeking the egg to fertilize. They held as close as they would ever get, and kissed their feelings into each other.

Bob rolled to the side, and Pam lay there soaking in the warm feeling that had filled her, and relishing it. BOTH felt like they were laying on a cloud, and floating. Pam was the first to move, and she went over, grasping his penis, and sucking it clean. He, in the meantime, had turned, and pulled her on top of him, and was doing the same for her. After they had finished, she reopened the box, and pulled out a packet of wet wipes. Bob had to smile. THIS little girl, was ready for ANYTHING. They redressed, and went on up to the house.

NOW they were at home, and she was curled up to him, on the sofa. His arm went around her, and he kissed her on top of her head. "Whatcha thinkin' about, SWEETIE?" he asked her. She smiled and took his hand to kiss. "I'm just thinkin' about how nice it's gonna be here, with you all. I can see myself having more fun than a two tailed puppy, All of you are so sweet. Floyd and Maria seem to be just as sweet as you are, and that Susan is a little ball of fire. She can raise more cane than any sugar farmer. I was a lot like her, a few years ago. That's what got me in trouble with Albert. I wanted to fuck, but was afraid of gettin' pregnant."

"Back home, if a girl had a baby, but wasn't married, they called the baby a "woods colt," or a bastard. And the Mama was a loose woman, and everybody treated her like trash. If she went out, and got m*****ed, or attacked, the police wouldn't do anything to help her. They said she was open to anything that happened to her, and probably brung it on herself. Most left the country, and were never heard from, again. When they came out with the pill, it got much better. Girls could have fun, just like the boys could. Boys are always tellin' about the girls they claim to have laid, but most of them are lying, so no one pays 'em any never minds. But they STILL tell their "pussy stories."

"Melody told me about some of the other people that you all know. Carl and Julia, Vince and Chloe, and some people called Kelly, among others. THOSE REALLY STOOD OUT!!! She made 'em sound like what we call "salt of the earth" people. Good all the way through and through. NOW! Watch your shows, and I'll sit here and keep ya company, and we can go to my room, and we can start where we left off in the swamp that day. Melody is plumb tuckered out, and I know why. She's go a bun in her oven, four months along. She's happier than I seen for a long time, and it makes me happy to see her that way. I just love her to death. She's always been a sweetheart. Just like her son, and now, her husband. Don't look now, but I guess I've fallen in love with you all."