Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2016 14:17:59 -0700 From: Jim J Subject: Jill - Part 86 Jill – Part 86 I woke with Jill sucking one of my nipples and twirling the other between her thumb and index finger. My morning wood throbbed as she smiled into my blinking, and still focusing, eyes. "Good morning, lover," she murmured into my ear, "I didn't want to wake you but we do need to get going soon...but not...too soon." Leaning to her, I kissed her deeply. Her tongue found mine as her hand slid down to grasp my throbbing cock. With a sharp intake of breath, I began to twirl her hard nipples in my hands as our kiss continued. She stopped my hand when I reached for her pussy and got on her knees next to me. "No, lover, lie back. I want to jerk you off," she said, pushing me back down on the bed. I kept fingering and pinching her nipples as she stroked my cock harder and faster. The first three shots of my cum spurted out of my cock onto my chest and Jill's tits. Three more strings gradually ended in the one that coated her hand and my cock and balls. Jill bent and kissed me again, using her cum covered hand to rub her huge clit as she straddled my torso. Her own climax built quickly into a gushing stream of pussy juices flooding over my chest. "We're ready, Mommy," Emma said from the side of the bed. I looked down at the smiling ten year old wearing a blue sun dress. She reached up and scooped a little of my cum off my chest and licked her finger clean. "Yummy, but I want some real breakfast!" Jill laughed and climbed off the bed as Emma walked out of the bedroom. We took a quick shower then headed to the kitchen. Jill directed Chase and I to gather up some things while she made breakfast. When we were done, we loaded up her Range Rover with clothing and groceries while she filled a large cooler with water, soft drinks and beer. We drove for more than an hour and a half, leaving the city and the low desert behind. The further north we went, the more rugged the landscape became, slowly turning into the scrub brush and grasslands of the high desert. When the divided highway ended in a small town, Jill pulled into a fast food joint so we could use the restrooms and stretch our legs. "Distance wise we are about half way there," she explained to me as we walked back to the SUV. "The rest of the drive is a lot slower, it is a bit more...uh...scenic...from here on out." As soon as we passed the last scattered houses in the little town, the road narrowed to two lanes and immediately switch-backed its way upward. Very shortly we were in a forest thick with tall pine trees. Jill spoke without taking her eyes off the narrow road. "Soon we will get to the top of the ridge, then follow that until our turnoff to the cabin. At the top, we will be over seven thousand feet altitude, the cabin is just a little lower. That's why we need to come up this weekend and and get it ready for winter. Some of these roads will be closed for the winter in a few weeks and, after the snows start, we won't be able to get in again until the spring thaw." A few minutes later, we apparently reached the top of the ridge. At least the SUV sort of leveled out. Jill wasn't kidding that the road followed the ridge line...every twist and turn...every rise and dip. One thing for sure, the ridge was not straight. After about another hour, Jill pulled into a scenic overlook with a spectacular view for miles and miles to the flat lands thousands of feet below. ""We still have more than an hour to go and I need to pee," she explained with a smile, grabbing some toilet paper from under the driver's seat and heading into the woods. Emma followed closely behind her. Chase just shrugged and we found a nearby tree to piss on together. Watching him, it seemed to me his cock was getting a little longer, maybe a little thicker. My cock twitched in my hand remembering my resolve to taste his cum again this weekend and find out for myself if it was getting thicker too. All along the way, we occasionally passed through small villages, really no more than wide spots in the road with a few houses or mobile homes and maybe a gas station or convenience store. At times the road forked and Jill didn't hesitate to go one way or the other. After one especially sharp curve, Jill slowed more than necessary and pointed out a small stone marker next to a large charred dead tree. "That's where Brian and Mark died," she said very softly. From the corner of my eye, I could see Chase and Emma had stopped looking at their tablets and gazed out at that small monument. Less than fifteen minutes later, we came around another curve into another village. Jill pulled to a stop in front of a ramshackle store with a single gas pump. "We're almost there," she said with a grin, "this is Lucas' store. He sort of keeps an eye on the place when we're not here so I always stop and get some stuff from him as well as any news." She reached under her t-shirt and twisted her nipples a couple of times until they stiffly, and very noticeably, poked out against the material. I cocked a questioning eye and she just grinned in her most devilish way. "I always like to give the old man a bit of a thrill," she laughed and turned back to the kids. "OK, Chase, you fill the SUV up with gas. Emma, did you take your panties off yet?" "I never put any on, Mommy," Emma responded, pulling her knees up and spreading her legs to show off her hairless pussy. "Good girl. Now remember to bend over and give Lucas a good look when you get something off a shelf." Shaking my head, I followed Jill and Emma into the store. Crowded did not begin to describe the interior. Narrow aisles barely separated shelves piled to the ceiling with packaged and canned food stuffs and hardware and all manner of other stuff. A short old man with thin gray hair and a scraggly beard stood next to an old fashioned manual cash register that may well have been worth more than everything else in the place combined. His face lit up when the door opened. He stepped out from behind the counter as Emma rushed in and gave him a big hug. Jill followed, kissing the old guy tenderly on the cheek. "Miss Jill, it is so good to see you again, just as beautiful as always," he said with a leer. "And you too Lucas and you are looking to be in fine fettle yourself." They chatted a few moments more before Jill turned and introduced me. As I shook his hand, I could see that Lucas' gaze was going past me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Emma bent over fumbling with something on a lower shelf, her sundress hem pulled up around her waist and her hairless pussy and bare ass clearly pointed back at the old man. Jill smiled knowingly as she kept talking to Lucas, who brought his attention back to her stiff nipples when Emma stood and walked back to take my hand. Chase came in and told Lucas the amount of gas and Jill directed me to pick up some more beer and a few other things we really didn't need. By the time we loaded it all in the SUV, Jill finished her conversation and paid Lucas with a couple of hundred dollar bills, insistently refusing to take any change in return. "By the way," Lucas added as we were leaving, "your friends stopped by about an hour ago. They knew the code, so I told them what to look for to find the pathway in. And, oh yeah, I thought I saw Issac's truck turn in the access road about thirty minutes back." With that last, Jill's hand tightened slightly on my arm. She thanked Lucas again and we got back on our way. "It's not far now," Jill explained when we were back in the SUV. "We turn down the forest road there and go in a couple of miles. The only thing past our place is a trail head to a remote wilderness camping area. Access there requires a government permit so Lucas keeps an eye out for any visitors there too." "How in the world did you ever find this place?" I asked incredulously as we slowly drove through the ever encroaching trees on the twisting, hard packed dirt road...with 'road' being a generous description...since it was rapidly becoming not much more than a rutted path. "That did take some doing," Jill laughed, "but as you will see, it was worth it. Brian found out about a government program where the feds and the state exchange land and properties of mutual interest. In this case, the state owned about 60 acres completely surrounded by federal land and the feds had a smaller parcel much closer to town adjacent to some land the state wanted to sell for development. It took over a year, but eventually Brian worked out a deal where we bought both properties well over the appraised value then donated the one near town to a local charity which, in turn, sold it to the state for the original price. Everyone was happy and we had this amazing hideaway." "As it turned out, that was the easy part. The feds would not allow us to construct an access road to build the house, so everything literally had to be helicoptered in. It took another year to develop and get plans approved and then a year and a half of construction. Brian designed the house to the property and had it all built in sections in town, trucked up here and then lifted in. It has many of the same electronic and security features as our primary home. With no electric service, we rely on solar panels, sophisticated batteries and a back up generator." "There's the turn-off," Chase called from the back seat as we approached a couple of large boulders next to an even narrower track leading into the forest. We drove another hundred yards or so with the branches scrapping against the sides of the SUV before reaching a sturdy metal gate tucked in the middle of a gully with steep sides. Jill pressed a button on a garage door type device and the gate swung open. I spied two small cameras mounted in the trees as we went through the gate. We took a couple more turns before breaking out of the trees into a very large alpine meadow which sloped away enough for an astonishing view down the mountain to the lowlands far below. The cabin sat about fifty yards in from the treeline. It had a mottled green copper roof and wrap around porch with a number of large picture windows and multiple sliding glass doors. "Wow, very impressive!" I exclaimed, taking in the setting as best as I could from the SUV. "I thought you might like it," Jill murmured as she pulled in next to two pick-up trucks already parked by the side of the house. I looked at her questioningly but she just smiled as we all got out of the SUV. The air was definitely cooler this high up in the mountains, filled with the aromatic scents of the pines and the woods in general. As we started to unpack the back of the SUV, one of the sliding doors opened and a naked woman walked out with a huge smile on her face. It was Sue Powell, the woman who had been with Jill the first night we met. I just stared at her as she walked over, hugged each of the kids before giving Jill a very passionate kiss. Her dirty blonde hair fell easily to her shoulders, her large soft tits topped by dark brown areolas with erased sized nipples, her pussy topped by closely trimmed dark brown pubic hair. Jill put both her hands on Sue's taut round ass while they kissed. "I think you met my assistant Sue before," Jill said to me after a moment with her evil grin. Sue walked up to me, put both hands behind my head and pulled my face down to hers. Her tongue rammed into my mouth and she rubbed her tits back and forth across my chest. My cock stiffened and I'm sure she could feel it pressing against her belly. "I do believe we met once before," she said stepping back and running a hand over my crotch, "and Jill has told me so much about you, I could hardly wait for the chance to really get...acquainted." Just then we heard the sliding door open again. A short wiry man with curly black hair stood there with a beer in his hand. Before anyone could say a word, a chocolate colored Labrador Retriever darted out from behind his legs and rushed directly at Emma. Emma looked up and dropped the bag she was carrying and ran toward the dog. "Herman!" she screamed as the large dog bowled her over then began licking her face. She and the dog rolled around on the ground for a minute, all the while Emma laughing and calling out his name. Then Herman stuck his snout under her pulled up sundress, licking whatever part of her he could reach until he got to her hairless pussy. The dog's wet tongue found her slit and licked her hungrily. Emma clenched her legs around the dog's head and rocked back and forth as he licked her pussy slit. "Herman, oh, Herman...!" she gasped. (I do welcome any comments and will try to respond to all I get at adirtyoldmaninphx@gmail.com. Please remember that NIFTY needs your support. If you want the stories to continue, it's up to you to donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html)