I was in my thirties, getting over a failed relationship, and had hitched up to the district where I knew I would find Belle, whom I had met down in Sydney and with whom I had formed a friendship. What I did not realise at the time was that Belle was lonely, and was hungry for a man's body.
I therefore moved at her invitation to a corner of her block and there in the wet and leech-infested forest I cut half a dozen saplings and made a teepee, covering it with a sheet of clear agricultural plastic. I hung a string hammock between two of the saplings, across the middle of the thing and had a very serviceable little dwelling. I had borrowed a mattock from Belle to dig out a level patch in the gravelly soil of the hill I had chosen and in the humidity and the heat I simply worked naked. No one to see me here and Belle would hardly come this far into the forest. I then got to thinking of women in general and of Belle in particular and of those big tits. I must, I thought at the time, be getting desperate.
None the less, I soon began to engorge and my stiff member, slapping against my sweating thighs, began to distract me. I stopped work, lay on my sleeping bag amid the gravel and pumped out a load of semen as I thought of what the woman might look like naked. Then, somewhat calmer, I continued working.
The next morning I walked back to Belle's to return the mattock. I was wearing only a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt and in a spirit of experiment had left off my underpants. The free movement of my member against the cloth of the shorts, the feel of dirt and grass under my bare feet, of the air on my chest, had started to make me pleasantly engorged. This, I thought, was really getting back to nature, and besides, I rationalised, it was cooler.
I found Belle and her two daughters sitting around having coffee at the dining room table. They were all topless and all wearing baggy shorts and nothing else. A sort of feminist experiment, I thought.
Belle got up to make me a coffee and I admired her long, hanging boobs with their thick nipples and large, dark aureoles. Her breasts swayed as she walked back and I noticed a couple of black hairs sprouted from her nipples. This turned me on. When she returned, seeing me perving on her tits, she murmured something about covering up, but I protested.
"No," I said. "I'll just take off my top too!" The girls laughed, the full cones of their breasts shaking, and aroused further by this sight, I whipped off my tee shirt and looked at them. Belle sat down, still doubtful.
"See," I said. "Now we're all equal."
One of the girls shook her head.
"Hardly," said one of the girls. "You aren't showing us anything special are you? Just a boring bare man's chest." She looked at me quizzically, challenging me.
"What do you want me to do," I said smiling,"take off everything?"
"You do and I will," said one of the girls and stood, dropped her shorts and, quite naked, sat back again. She had a perfectly shaven cunt. I looked across at Belle who shrugged. I stood and dropped my shorts, revealed a long, half engorged tool, and sat back down again. Belle slowly got up, her face still blank, and pulled off her own shorts, stood facing us. Her long, black pubic hairs hung down in a long straggly tuft between her legs and all but concealed her long slit. I looked at it and felt myself lengthen some more.
"Hey," said one of the girls. "He's starting to crack a fat looking at Mum! Bet I can get him really going!"
She swayed over and knelt next to me, looking up into my face with an impish grin, and spat copiously on her hand.
"You ready for this, mate? " she whispered with a little quaver in her voice. I nodded.
Without further preamble she smeared her saliva on my organ and began slowly pulling down on it, letting it slip through her hand again and again with a wet sound. I grunted in pleasure and of course was soon hard and upthrust. I could feel myself flushing. The girl took one of my hands and placed it over her breast, where I began to stroke her nipple to erection, and now cupped my swollen balls with the other hand and began sucking on my tool, playing her tongue over the gaping tip.