The sky was starting to darken by the time Joe led us into the campsite that evening. The first either Lisa or I were aware the days travel was at an end, was when Jason greeted Joe.
"Jesus, Joe, we were beginning to wonder if you hadn't headed for parts unknown with the two women!"
"Well," Joe drawled, teasing Lisa and me, more than answering Jason, "I could have taken them anywhere, and they'd have never known the difference. I always thought those old men were full of shit when they told us that women can talk all day and never get thirsty. Damned if it isn't true though."
"Oh, sure." Jason took up the tease. "I suppose you're going to tell me you never stopped to tear off a piece."
"Hell. I probably could have, now that you mention it. All I'd have had to do was remember not to kiss them, and shut off their air! That would have pissed them right off!"
"Will you listen to those two's ego's talking." Lisa spoke in a false whisper, supposedly telling me a secret.
"You know," Jason was talking to Joe, but intended what he said for us, "from what Lance and Jack told me, and what you've just said, we could probably tie those two head to head, and they'd just keep on jabbering while we take care of our ego's."
Joe dismounted, carefully not looking at either Lisa or myself, wrapped his arm around Jason and dragged him with him towards the fire. "That's not a bad idea, Jason. Let's go talk it over with the others." The two men walked away from where Lisa and I were sitting side by side, still bound to our horses.
Lisa and I looked at each other, then at the backs of the two men as they walked away, then back at each other. Lisa looked like she was about to get mad again, but when she opened her mouth, what came out surprised me. "I don't care what they do, just as long as somebody sucks my tits dry!"
A smile crept over my face while I conjured up a picture in my mind of the two of us, bound head to head, prattling on while our five men used us for their pleasure. I burst out laughing when I thought of the tirade Lisa would deliver if the first thing that happened to her wasn't having her painfully engorged tits relieved.
"What's so funny?" Lisa fired at me, holding her painfully over full tits. One in each hand.
"Nothing really," I replied. "At least not to you."
"Don't you start in on me now!" Lisa fired, the pain of her breasts taking control of her mouth. "There's nothing funny about it!"
"No, I don't suppose there is from your point of view. "I paused. "If there were something I could do, I would."
Lisa looked at me sort of funny for a moment, then said, "Well, Sandy, there is."
"What's that?"
"Let me borrow Mary for a few minutes."
It took me a few seconds to follow what Lisa was getting at, during which time I probably looked very stupid. Finally it dawned on me what she was asking for. "On." was my initial response. "How stupid, why didn't we think of that before?"
"I did." Lisa said flatly. "But I didn't say anything." She looked at me with a question on her face. "Well, can I borrow your baby?"
Mary gave me a dirty sort of look when I took her off my tit, and probably would have started screaming if Lisa hadn't forced her own full one into Mary's open mouth. Mary looked more than slightly confused at first, but settled in on Lisa without too much fuss when she found the offered mammary nearly gave milk without any sucking on her part.
It was interesting to watch Mary as she looked back and forth between her mother, and this new woman, seemingly trying to figure out what was going on. Her confusion was soon forgotten though as she began to suckle in earnest at Lisa's breast, and I watched her face show contentment as the little glutton stuffed herself, and slowly drowse off to sleep.
Lisa, on the other hand, showed a completely different set of facial expressions as Mary attached herself to Lisa's engorged tit. At the initial contact, her face showed obvious discomfort as Mary applied both her sucking, and the grip of her little hands settled in, kneading the sides of Lisa's tit. It's a natural action on the part of a baby to do that, just like the kneading of kittens at the mother cats tits. It helps start and maintain the flow of milk.
I watched as Lisa bit her lip to keep from vocally responding to the pain Mary's grip must have caused at first. Then I watched as Lisa relaxed, with the ebb of pain, and saw her face eventually present the expression of pleasure as the pain of engorgement receded, and was replaced with the pleasurable, almost sensual feelings associated with breast feeding.
Soon, Lisa extracted her one tit from Mary's grasp, and replaced it with her other. When she did that, I watched the whole progression of expressions repeated on both of their faces. It was during Mary's suckling on Lisa's second tit that I realized that I was feeling the physical, and emotional sensations of breast feeding just by watching it happen.
I almost said something about it to Lisa, but stopped myself when I realized that she probably went through the same thing several times today when I'd put Mary to my breast as we'd ridden along, and talked. "How insensitive of me." I thought, as I realized what Lisa must have gone through, and the reason she had found the forest so interesting to look at during the times I'd fed Mary. "It must have been some kind of torture, and I was oblivious to it!"
My heart went out to Lisa with the empathy I felt towards her. Having such full breasts, and no baby to take the milk! I just sat silently and watched Mary drain Lisa of her milk supply. It wasn't until an hour of so later that I realized Lisa and I had just traded places, as far as the pain in our breasts went, but by that time Mary was sound asleep, complete full, and it was my turn to suffer the discomfort of having milk to give, and no baby to take it.
It may have been hours before the men came to take us off our horses but neither Lisa not I was aware of the amount of time we were left our legs tied under the bellies of our mounts. Lisa was lost in the feelings of having herself milked and I was lost in emotion of understanding Lisa's which aroused mine. Lisa's feeding Mary had the added benefit of leaving my own hands with nothing to hold so I slipped the fingers of my right hand down over my pubic hair, then under my pelvis where they spread my pussy lips and entered my salivating pussy. Now wet, my fingers slid smoothly out between my vaginas lips, spreading them and finding my clit. I silently humped myself on my own fingers in reaction to their touch. For better access I slumped, rolling my hips as far back as my bound legs would allow, arching my back with my hand holding tight to my pelvis with my fingers still in my pussy and in hard contact with my clit. As I leaned back the pressure on my clit increased. When my hips reacted my fingers moved across my clit promoting further responses. Finally I lay back over my horses runp, running sweat from all over an my pussy completely saturated, running down my legs, getting everywhere. The first that I became aware of after having masturbated was when Terry and Lance came back to untied our feet.
Lance might have been joking at first, testing the water so to speak. Before he set my feet free he slid his hands up my wet thigh and into the moistures source, making sure he battered my clit violently as he did so. At the same time Terry had taken hold of my hair and pulled my down over the horses ass then kissed my fully probing my mouth with his tounge while his other hand squeezed my tits, roughly milking them. I climaxed without hesitation or reservation until the two men quit thier sexual abuse on my helpless body. When Lance loosened my bounds I slid from my horse to the ground and on wobbly legs moved towards the fire. On the way, Lance said. "Don't get too used to the freedom, the other men and I have decided you two are in for a night of service to our cause.
I had no reason or desire to argue against what he was saying and let Lance lead me while Terry guided Lisa to the beds the men had made for us with a smaller one between ours for Mary. We accepted the plates of food offered, and ate silently, taking turns tending to Mary.
I'd finished my dinner and laid back on my bed when Lance came and started to attach the lengths of rope to bind my feet and hands. His touch felt so good while he gently went about his business, that I just closed my eyes and let it happen, actually looking forward to being helpless in the gentle hands of my, our, men.
I'm not sure what kept Lisa from putting up some sort of objection while Terry and Jason installed anklets and bracelets on her, but every now and then I'd open my eyes and look her way, only to find her laying relaxed, and comfortable, while the men prepared her for the ropes. At one point I remember looking at her and she was looking back at me with what seemed to be a question on her face.
I smiled back at her and nodded. Lisa didn't look all that sure at first, but as she watched me allowing the men to bind me as they wished she relaxed and let it happen.
I felt the ropes pull tight as I lay there, my eyes closed, letting the ropes tension pull me flat out on my back. I was starting to drift into my dreams when my robe was opened exposing me to the view of my captors. It was a sensual feeling, my robe sliding off me. It was all but gone when I became aware of heat from the fire on my feet, then on the insides of my widely spread, securly bound legs. Slowly the heat warmed all the way up to my crotch. I squirmed with pleasure at the feeling and soon became aroused by the sensations. Every nerve of my body tingled with anticipation as I waited for man to touch me, know me, have me, own me. While I waited I turned my head towards Lisa. She was already bound to her bed the same way I was. When our eyes met I slowly came to understand that she had allowed herself to be put in her current situation, not putting up a fierce fight because of my lead.
I watched the slow approach Jason made on Lisa who lay helplessly exposed to him. She was unaware of his approach and make contact. I watched her react as he slowly, gently, softly, took her left nipple in his mouth and teased it into a state of ridged erection. Lisa gasped at the unexpected contact, and I saw her body react, limited by her restraints. Jason maintained his oral grasp on her tit. Within just a few moments I saw the dream-like expression of pleasure and desire come over her face while he sucked her breasts empty of milk.
I'd become so caught up in watching what was happening to Lisa, I'd forgotten to think about why I hadn't been subjected to similar attention from one of our men. Watching Lisa's facial, and body reactions to Jason's attention was quite absorbing, if not physically exciting.
Lisa had given an involuntary gasp when Jason first began paying homage to her mothers breasts, but had quickly become silent as the pleasure of his attention engulfed her. I watched transfixed as she slid deeper and deeper into the sensual feelings of his attention to her breasts. From time to time I heard her softly moan her pleasure of the feelings it gave her as he orally titillated her tits.
The first real sound from Lisa came when Joe attached himself to her Temple of Love's miniature guardian. When she was completely absorbed in the feelings Jason was generating on her breasts, Joe brought his face close to her golden triangle, and waited for an opportune moment to slip his tongue between the outer folds of her vulva then slid it quickly upward between them into contact with her sexual telegraph key, commonly known as a Clit. He executed the maneuver with surprising speed and deftness, as he captured the small organ in his teeth and committed battery on it with his tongue.
Several things happen at once when Joe made his sudden invasion her Temple Guardhouse, capturing it's occupant. Lisa emitted a sustained, shrill, scream when Joe made contact, and her body recoiled violently. Seconds later Lisa's hips were humping at an incredible pace in response to Joe's attention to her sexual telegraph key. Her mouth fell open and her voice fell silent. Her only sound was the sharp, hard gasps of her breathing. Her head rolled loosely back and forth in time with her lunging hips and each time her face turned towards me I could see that her eyes were open but the eyeballs were rolled back into their sockets.
I lay there transfixed watching what Jason and Joe were doing to Lisa. I was amazed at the activity Lisa exhibited while those two men delivered their attention to her. Her body had taken over all operations as the intensity of the nervous input caused Lisa's brain to shut down all conscious thought while she rode her waves of ecstasy into oblivian..
Soon, Jason and Joe released her from their respective grips on her body, which continued to buck rhythmically. Grinding her hips and rolling her head as if they were still on her. Next, Joe held his erect cock steady in one hand, leaned over Lisa, and slowly brought it into her sphere of motion. Then he simply held the thing and let her hips run her clit along his shaft!
When Lisa's body felt the contact, it contrived to slide itself along the length of his cock, increasing her level of arousal. Suddenly her body stretched and actually impaled her on Joe's stationary cock.
I think I probably gasped when I saw Lisa do that, and slowly became aware of my own body's reaction to the intense visual stimulation as my hips started to move in sympathetic, if not slower, rhythm to Lisa's total sexual abandon. Her wanton frenzy of active lust which propelled her directly into her first series of climaxes that night. I was riveted, totally fascinated with what I was seeing, oblivious to what was about to happen to me at the hands of Terry and Jack.
While I watched Lisa's reactions to what Jason and Joe were doing to her, I was suddenly torn away from the spectacle beside me when Terry took the liberty of sending his opening message on my exposed clitorial telegraph key. I reacted by audibly squeeling a single high note and my whole body convulsed in perfect time to the staccato attention my clit was receiving. I was launched into a continual roller coaster ride of intense sexual stimulation and orgasim exactly the same way I'd just seen Lisa experiance. The intensity drove me to lunge, twist and turn my hips any and all directions trying to move my clit away from Terry's teeth and tounge without success. Soon I was hurtling completely out of control in and out of the blackness of oblivion.
I remember drifting between asleep and awake while Terry and Jack held their cocks while my pussy fucked them, first one, then the other. Another time one of them had his cock up my ass, the other was buried deep in my throught; I'd awakened just in time to pass out gagging violently.