We were just settling into our new home, a cave far from
the selfishness of the political war mongers who kept this stupid situation
alive, when I woke up. My eyes snapped open to find Lana holding me between her
breasts, using them to help hold me from floating away. She'd leaned back on
the edge of her tub, catching her head and shoulders on the rim. Then she'd
pulled me face up onto her so my head rested between her marvelous, full
breasts which supported my head lightly beside each ear.
Floating in the huge, warm tub, I'd slept soundly for
hours, while Lana laid partly under me and held me lightly for the whole time.
She'd kept the water warm by moving the hot valve with her feet, so I wouldn't
wake up cold.
She'd finally woke me up when she remembered the rest of
the women wanted their chances with me today, and she was hogging all my time,
letting me sleep. As far as I was concerned, those were the best hours of sleep
I'd ever had. I felt like a new man when she woke me up.
Lana saw my eyes moving as I looked at the erotic murals
painted on the bathroom ceiling for the first time. I'd yet to just lay in a
bath since I'd come to the Tower Prison, and had never noticed them before.
Maybe this is the only room that has it, I thought. Just then Lana spoke softly.
"I'd like to lay here like this for a month,"
she said, "but we're already turning into human prunes. Besides, if I hog
you to myself for much longer, we'll have a mutiny on our hands."
She was right, I had to go mingle, but it felt so good
just to lay here, relaxed and warm, surrounded by her breasts, their willing
captive. I still had to go, so I tried to stand up.
"Careful," Warned Lana, "the best way is
to crawl out slowly. Believe me, I know."
I slowly rolled over and started to crawl out over her,
when my erect penis found itself tangled in her pubic hair.
"What a wonderful thought," she began, "I
do believe I might see some sort of redeeming features in you Geof."
As she had spoken, she had engulfed my protruding tuber
in her baking facility as I floated over her.
"I think I got stuck." I said.
"I think your drilling for something." Said
she.
As we spoke, her long, shapely, supple legs had caught me
to her, pressing my body into hers.
"I think your tilling some fertile ground."
"I think I'm about to harrow the patch." I
gasped, as my body started to unexpectedly take over.
"Don't forget to fertilize for a better crop
yield."
I filled Lana with fertilizer, and as I came I gasped,
"I hope I got the mix right."
"You did, Geof, You did!" Those were Lana's
last words as her body rode itself on my ridged, imbedded root. Lana climaxed
without the physical convulsions, but it was so intense, I had to hold her on
the side of the tub as she shook, then vibrated her pussy on me for what seemed
to be forever. Not because I was waiting for her to end, but because she took
me with her, turning my world into itself until my whole existence was pressed
on her cervix.
"My God!" Lana expressed a short time later.
"Amen." I finished her prayer of thanks.
We got out of her tub very slowly. Laying on the tiled
floor together while our strength returned.
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"You better go," Lana repeated, "before
the others find us quite so helplessly expended."
"Right, now you want to throw me to your cronies!"
"And they'll throw you back to me, when they're done
with you too."
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