The Further Adventures of the Little Whore On the Prairie: Four Ways to Sunday, Part II

While The Great Dane is busy sucking Mr. Lycra’s nice eight incher and working his dick at a much smoother pace in an out of my hole, I steal a look at Mr. Lycra.  He has black, somewhat curly hair, cut short around the sides, like a boy band member.  His skin is tan, his face, a bit acne-scarred.  He’s got nice calves, a nice, strong chin and a thin mouth.  He’s still sporting those wrap-around shades, and now, he’s also sporting a nice, thick eight inch hard-on.  

Mr. Lycra tries to pull Elijah into our mash-up, but Elijah resists and returns to the mouth of the enclave where he works his dick himself and watches.  Wanting something new, Mr. Lycra pulls his dick away from The Great Dane’s mouth and feeds it to me.  Despite the pounding my tail is getting, I’m more than able to give quality service to Mr. Lycra. He and the Great Dane begin kissing over my back, like something out of a hot video – and the circle is complete. 

That’s when The Great Dane starts encouraging Mr. Lycra to give my ass a try.  He’s talking shit about how nice and hot it feels.  Obviously The Great Dane gets off on this kind of verbiage.  As to whether or not his voice is attracting any attention, I haven’t a clue, as my mouth is occupied and my vision blocked by Mr. Lycra and the surrounding tall grass.

Mr. Lycra decides that yes, indeed, he would like to take a spin on the carnival ride that is me. But, he tells us, he has to hurry as he has to “be somewhere soon”.  The three of us disengage long enough for me to find the center of The Great Dane’s blanket, where I resume my position on all fours.  The sweat has been pouring off of all three of us, making for a nice man stew. 

Mr. Lycra asks for some lube and I tell him I can go run and get some.  He declines, citing his need to be elsewhere.  He smacks his dick on my ass and asks me if I’m ready to be fucked.  The Great Dane is in my face, kissing me, telling me to tell the man, ‘yes’.  “Pound me,” I tell him.  Good thing The Great Dane’s dick is as big as it is, for Mr. Lycra doesn’t waste any time sliding his sweet dick into me full force right to the root.   Yep, my ass is good and ready.  The Great Dane is now telling me to tighten my hole on Mr. Lycra’s dick, so he gets a good feel for my hole.  Like a good piggy, I do as told. 

While the two of them talk about my ass as if I’m not there, I steal a look over to Elijah, who takes this as some kind of cue.  He rises from his knees, staggers over to me, and shoots a mega load all over my back.  Both Mr. Lycra and The Great Dane congratulate him, and The Great Dane makes a move to lick his dick, but Elijah is not having it.  He pulls up his shorts and moves back to the mouth of the enclave, where he watches the rest of the show.

The Great Dane then licks the cum off my back, as Mr. Lycra ramps up his ass attack.  I’m thinking we may be nearing the end of it, when The Great Dane starts talking shit about double dicking me.  I have never been double-dicked, although I have tried to be.  I know of only one position in which it works and it all seems too complicated for an impromptu scene on the prairie.  Instead, I offer to suck The Great Dane’s dick.  He quickly slide under me, on his back and takes my dick in his mouth.  We 69 each other for a bit as Mr. Lycra is ramming my butt.  I can only imagine the view his new position is affording The Great Dane, but I’m sure his eyes are glued on Mr. Lycra’s cock sliding in and out of my pucker.  He may have even tried to lick it, since his mouth was no longer on my dick.

Mr. Lycra gives my ass a smack and announces that he’s ready to cum.  ‘Where do you want it?’  Before I can answer, The Great Dane answers for me.

“Shoot it on his back.  I want to eat it.” 

Who am I to argue?

The Great Dane slides out from under me and crouches down like I’m a damn dinner table and dinner’s about to be served.  The fucking Mr. Lycra’s serving up is getting kind of rough, as he’s slamming his hips into my butt cheeks with as much force as he can muster.  I think he’s getting off on the sound. To soften it just a bit, I start fucking back on his cock a bit.  This throws his rhythm off for a second, but soon we’re moving again like a well-oiled machine.  “Fuck, yeah, take it.” 

Without any more warning, Mr. Lycra pulls out his dick and begins spewing his load all over my back.  The Great Dane is pulling his own sizable pud, as he watches Mr. Lycra’s cum cascade.  My back has had its share of sun, and that hot cum feels great as hits in huge splats on my skin.  The moment it is clear that Mr. Lycra is done, The Great Dale starts eating that spooge.  Mr. Lycra moves around to the front, and shoves his spent dick in my mouth before removing it and smacking me in the face with it.  “Good boy,” he says.  There’s a smirk on his face, the kind that tells me he thinks I’m a total pig.  With that, he rises and walks off.

Elijah moves in and gives me a kiss on the lips.  He simply presses his lips against mine and holds them there.  A tiny moment, but it feels wonderful, and, in ways, better than anything else that has happened in that little pod of earth so far.  There really is something special about this little dude. 

Having cleaned the jizz from my back, The Great Dane, who is sweating something fierce, rises and offers to fuck me some more, but I decline.  I’m fucked out and my knees are tired.  Sitting back on my haunches I tell him he can jerk off on my face if he likes, instead.  He starts working his shaft, and I believe he is getting ready to do just that, but then he stops and tells me that he’d rather save it for someone’s ass.  I smile and tell him to suit himself.  I just know it won’t be mine.

I grab my shorts and slip them back on.   Elijah gives me a sweet look and a shy smile before disappearing into the nearby woods, where he no doubt stored his bike for the afternoon. 

The Great Dane and I make small talk, but not much.  I get a sense that he wants to lose that load of his and knows that the pickings will be slim. I wish him luck.  Making my way to my blanket, I scan the prairie.  There are some dudes about, but they are all sitting in their own pods, minding their own business.  In the old days, activity like I just experienced would have drawn quite a crowd.

But things change. 

They certainly have here, at the prairie.  I clean up using wet wipes and a nice white terry cloth towel I stole from the gym.  The sun is still brilliant, and the heat and humidity up that intensity.  I sigh, realizing that not only have I denied The Great Dane the opportunity of losing his load, but I failed to lose mine as well. I remove my cock ring.  I read someplace that you are never supposed to wear one for more than 30 minutes at a time.  I don’t know if that is true, but I figure better safe than sorry.

I’m considering packing up and leaving, when I hear someone approach from behind me.  I turn about to see Elijah.  He’s retrieved his bike.  We smile at each other.

“You going?” he asks.

I shrug.  “Maybe.  Maybe not.”

“Well, if not, would you like some company?”

“Sure, if it’s yours.”

My heart flutters, the kind that has nothing to do with poppers.

He lays his bike down in the nearby grass before joining me on my blanket.  Without hesitating he moves in for another kiss.  It’s just like the last one: no tongue, just pliant lips planted firmly on one another.  We hold that kiss until we are both lying back on my blanket.  His eyes search mine for a quick moment, before he rests his head on my shoulder and nestles into me.

I hold him close and stare up at the big blue, cloudless sky.  I worry that he’s so young.  When they are young I always feel like I need to be super responsible.  But I let that anxiety drown in swell of comfort that I am feeling. My focus returns to the sky.

And in that moment…

… all is right in the world.