At this point, Lanying and Xander are in a great wilderness, that's all there is to it! On their own, they find water and vegetables for cooking during their rest stop.
Perhaps even Lanying was not accustomed to the complete subjugation of the male around here. But she seemed to be enjoying it, none the less.
Umbu selected and set the music. Then from a shelf where the music cubes were, he drew out zils (those little finger cymbals again) and put them on his fingers.
To a music similar to that which Samirah and her mother played, but not as fiery, the willowy man danced. He was 6 feet-even tall and maybe only 130 pounds. He was almost all muscle with just a bit of adipose to make him smooth. As with all men of this dimension, he has no body hair or face hair. He had a head of thick, black hair, styled in a simple "salad bowl cut" (Similar to "The Beatles") with bangs to his eyes. His waist was so skinny, Basheera could get her two hands around (as she demonstrated later). Lanying's smaller hands almost could as well.
He writhed and shimmied, slow and graceful, to the calmer style of music that, once again, I would describe as sounding like "belly-dance" music. It featured the doumbek, oud, and a reed flute. His entire body became fluid. Waves of muscles coursed up and down his ultra slim tummy.
"Isn't that something?" Basheera commented, "His belly is something else! Every day, he does 1000 sit ups! Takes him 20 minutes! I see to it he does it."
"Wow! He is awesome!" Lanying agreed. She continued, "A thousand sit ups in 20 minutes? That's like, almost 1 sit up per second!"
Basheera: "Yeah! He flys through them! Oh, he could do sit ups all day like most of us could hike all day. He just stops at 1000 because, well, that's enough."
Lanying: "Does he do any other exercises? Any weigh lifting?"
"Heck no! His arms and upper body are just the way I like. There's no other formal exercise, just, letting him go outside and play and romp around. I make him work with me in the fields. And we have a car-for-2 like you all do and I make him pedal by himself for some miles. I like his legs supple, but not too musclely. He's just where I like him, right now."
Lanying: "Wow! He's gorgeous! And sexy! Mmmm!"
Lanying had a hand in her crotch perhaps without her even knowing it. Basheera did not miss that!
"Your cunt bothering you, precious? Let me finish your hair and you can have him! It's taking me longer here because of that bun and fountain you requested, girl!"
Lanying giggled.
Lanying continued to watch, bug-eyed, the willowy Umbu go through his dance. He kept his eyes on Lanying. His eyes were almost black-brown with whites that seemingly glowed. They were also large and bright.
Toward the end of the music, he was developing a hardon. At that point, it was sticking straight out from the front of him. When he put the zils and music cube away, he almost had to bow and lean over the table the music player was on because his boner was in the way.
Lanying gasped and exclaimed, "Look at his dick! It's huge!"
"Oh, it'll get even bigger!" Basheera promised. "Can you take it, girl?"
"Wow! I don't know! Will he be gentle?"
"Oh, it just looks big, cause he's so slender and willowy. Anywho, your hair is done. You can get up now and take him! Do you wanna?"
Lanying stood up. She was tall and agile, and now even taller looking with that bun and fountain. Umbu gazed at her and his dick went straight up and began to throb. The tip of it was past his navel.
"Gad! That's bigger than Xander's!" Lanying exclaimed.
Lanying stepped up close to him. She looked down at his cock tip. Prefuck juice was already welling up.
"It's past my navel!" Lanying exclaimed. "Actually, so is Xander's... you might be right, it only seems bigger..."
"Come on, girl!" Basheera urged, "I'm sure it's no bigger than that Taqh guy of yours. You can take it!"
"Mmmm!" Lanying could only moan.
"D... d... do it outside?" Lanying asked.
"In here's fine!" Basheera assured, "I don't have carpets. Any spills are easy to clean."
Lanying leaned over the table she had been beside and offered her hard brown butt and swollen vulva for his use.
And use he did! He wasted no time in shoving that thick, heavy, throbbing meat hard and deep in Lanying's hole. Indeed, it bumped her top pretty hard.
"Oooo! Wow! It is a bit longer than Xander's" Lanying huffed.
Umbu was merciless. He humped furiously while groaning in his soft voice. That same tummy that looked so keen during the dance and was capable of 1000 sit ups in 20 minutes was now driving a thick hard rod deep in Lanying. Each up-thrust bumped her up. He drew his cock way out and in, making wide sweeps. In seconds, Lanying was screeching in orgasm. By the buildup to her second orgasm, he spurted.
"OOHHH! His spurts are going deep!" Lanying wailed.
She held on as Umbu continued humping. His cock did not even go down much as he humped on to another orgasm. Taking longer the second time, Lanying went through four more orgasms for six in all by the time he spurted his second time.
Umbu simmered down, humping into Lanying until all the pleasure was used. He then sort of collapsed on her back.
"Okay Umbu, get off her and off to bed with you!" Basheera ordered gently as he lifted him off her and led him to the bedroom back there.
Lanying could only just stand there leaning at the table going "Whew! Man! Wow! My cunt feels funny! Wow!"
Basheera came out, after tucking Umbu to bed, asking, "You alright, girl?"
"Yeah" Lanying huffed, "Yeah! Whew! Man! That was a hard fuck! Gad! It was so thick! And he spurted a gallon! It's dripping outa me!"
"Let me help you with that," Basheera offered.
Lanying had to lay down a while. Basheera offered her the sofa. Lanying lay on it with one foot on the sofa and the other on the floor so her legs would be spread. Her cunt felt a little funny she said, and it felt better that way.
Due to Lanying saying a number of times that her cunt "felt funny", Basheera actually decided to examine it. In the manner of a doctor, she located and brought out a vaginal speculum she had. It was kept in a sterile container, but Basheera coated it with something to make it slippery and to disinfect.
"You... you know what you're doing?" Lanying asked nervously, lifting her head from the sofa.
"Yes, yes, precious. Maybe I shouldn't have let him fuck you. Or at least, you shouldn't use that leaning-over position, where he fucks from behind. The cock goes in deeper that way. I'm only going to examine for fissures. Don't worry, I was a doctor's assistant a number of times. I've been in all sorts of things other than just brick laying and carpentry in my 352 years. Now just think of this as a modest cock. It isn't nearly as big as his!"
Lanying giggled nervously.
Basheera gently introduced the speculum and a light to have a look around. It did not take long.
"Nah! You're okay!" Basheera assured. "I remember the times my cunt was stretched by extra big cocks. The funny feeling could be from those extra furious orgasms which you seemed to be having, one after another, and just a bit, from stretching. One thing though, he packed your uterus with semen. That banging up against your cervix and his powerful spurts got it up in you good! There's a tiny chance, even, you might get pregnant. He does that with me though, and I haven't got pregnant yet. I have gotten him to masturbate sometimes, outside, it's cool to watch; anyway, his spurts go 6 or more feet! More than that if he's angled right. And he spurts a lot! That might be another reason you 'feel funny'. Your uterus is literally packed with his juice!"
"Wow! Gees!" Lanying commented.
"Now you lay there and sleep. I'll fix you all lunch!"
"Okay..." Lanying sleepily replied. Soon, dainty snoring issued forth as she slept.
It did not take our fiery Lanying to recover. She slept deeply for 30 minutes then came out to a light sleep. After 40 minutes, she got up.
"You feel okay, precious?"
"Yeah!" Lanying replied cheerfully, "May I go outside and walk around? My cunt still feels drippy. Maybe it'll get dripped out while I walk around."
"Sure, precious!" Basheera assured, "And yes, it'll be dripping for a while. He packed you up good! Now, sit here a minute, let me fix your hair. It's a little disheveled from that fuck and sleeping."
"Okay!" Lanying replied cheerfully as she took a seat again for Basheera to work on her hair.
Lanying: "Now, let me guess; You're a brick layer, a carpenter, have been a doctor's assistant, and also, I take it, a hair dresser!"
"How did you guess?" Basheera laughed.
It took only a couple minutes for Basheera to smooth out and tighten Lanying's bun and fountain. Lanying got up to go outside.
"Okay, precious!" Basheera said as she gently smacked Lanying on one of her butt buns, "Go out and romp around and have fun. I've got lunch partially done, kinda standing by, when you're ready, let me know and we'll eat. I'm going to be reading!"
"Okay!" Lanying cheerfully replied, "And thank you for everything!" She bowed and then skipped outside. Basheera chuckled.
Lanying hopped and skipped around out there and enjoyed the healthful energies of the forest and meadow. She wondered where Xander was a little bit. After a while, she ran across him. He was sleeping in cool green grass under a tree. Her walking up woke him.
"Oh hi! WOW! You look so regal!" Xander complimented.
"Get up you!" Lanying ordered with a giggle, "I wanna be next to you so I can be taller that you!"
Lanying cheerfully twirled and jumped. Just plain exuberant, she was thoroughly enjoying the moment.
"So what have you been doin'?" Lanying asked as she briskly walked, pulling at his hand. She walked in the direction of their velomobile.
"Oh, just messin' around. She's got a cool solar energy control center in there. And it looks like she farms. She's got equipment, and some mighty delicious looking things growing in the field over there."
"I think we'll maybe spend the night here. We need a break before continuing." Lanying suggested.
"Sure! I love it here!"
Lanying drew out her 4-inch stilettos from her seat in the velomobile. She wore them. She had to flex her well-formed calf muscles while in the dirt or grass or else the stilettos would just sink through.
In fact, Xander commented, "You actually have to walk on the balls of your feet to wear those out here. You might could just do that without those. Looks like Basheera does a little bit."
"Yeah, I noticed that," Lanying agreed, "Makes for a graceful, cat-like walk. I like it. Makes her tall too! She's already tall enough! I gotta wear these to get me up there!"
"Oh Lanying! You're so absolutely lovely!"
Xander drew Lanying into a hug. He put his arms around her shoulders and she put her arms around his waist and hugged close. Her vulva got hit by his erecting cock.
"Mmmm" Lanying moaned, "Wanna fuck, sugar?"
"Ohhh..." he could only moan.
"Lets um, go over here. You see, I promised her I'd let you fuck her if she let her man fuck me. He fucked me while you were walking around..."
"Mmmm, I heard your sweet little voice!"
Giggling, Lanying continued, "I wanna fuck, and I don't wanna do it with him again. He's too rough. Later on though, will you be able to fuck her?"
"I think so..."
"Okay then! Let's go!"
Lanying led Xander down the driveway toward the road. After rounding a curve and getting out of sight of the cabin, she leaned over a tree limb and presented her labias, swollen and wet yet again, for Xander's enjoyment. Apparently Lanying just wanted a bit of privacy. Xander jammed his rod in there and humped vigorously. Xander spurted right after Lanying's third orgasm.
Lanying led the profoundly relaxed, gratified Xander to their velomobile. She led him to lay down in the stoker seat and sleep. The velomobile was in the shade so it was cool. She left the gull-wing door open, additionally. The entrance side of the velomobile faced away from the cabin.
Gratified and feeling warm inside, Lanying strolled about for a while.
After a while, Lanying felt hungry. Lanying returned to the velomobile to wake up Xander. They both went in for lunch.
Basheera put her book aside and cheerfully finished out the soup and porridge for lunch. When the dinner was ready, she went in her bedroom to rouse Umbu and bring him out.
The dinner consisted of some of those delicious vegetables from Basheera's field. Also there were various tender leaves and grass shoots gathered from around, that grew naturally.
Umbu kept glancing at Lanying, shyly, with those dark brown eyes with the gleaming whites of his from under his long bangs. Lanying refused eye contact. It was obvious he wanted more of Lanying's hole.
Because of Xander's and Lanying's recent fuck, and the natural calmness of 352-year-old Basheera, they all retired for a post-lunch sleep. Umbu had a hardon from looking at Lanying. But Basheera ordered him to wash dishes while the rest of them slept.
Lanying was going to lead Xander out to the velomobile and sleep out there, but Basheera invited them to lay in her bed in her bedroom. Basheera would sleep on the sofa.
Basheera offered, "Now, as you can see, he's ready to fuck again. He's gotta wash dishes first. But when he's done, he's permitted to fuck. You want him to fuck you again?"
Although Lanying did not say anything, she unconsciously shook her head.
Basheera chuckled, "Okay precious, you sleep in there. He'll fuck me. Sleep well!"
Lanying and Xander went in her bedroom. Basheera closed the door behind them.
Her bed room had a nice view. It faced the area where the woods gave way to the meadow. The meadow, including the mowed area and the solar panels along with the battery house, could be seen. An unbroken canopy of trees were overhead, shading the house. A cool breeze wafted through the window. They didn't notice but I'll point out, that over the door, there is a ventilator duct. It is, simply, a passage for the breeze. This enabled naturally occurring breezes to traverse the room unimpeded by the closed door.
In that big, comfortable bed, Lanying and Xander slept well.
They were woken up briefly by the ecstasy-driven yells of Basheera as she let Umbu fuck her. She had three widely spaced orgasms to 2 times they heard Umbu moan. Again, it appeared he double fucked. After that, all went quiet and then all folks in that house were sleeping.
So they spent the rest of the day there.
Later that afternoon, nearing evening, Xander did indeed fuck Basheera.
Umbu developed a pounding, thick, heavy erection from lusting for Lanying. She kept her distance.
After Xander was spent in Basheera, she ordered Umbu to leave Lanying alone and fuck her. Umbu jabbed his heavily engorged dick into Basheera and humped mercilessly. She had one orgasm to two of his. Hmm, that's unusual for this dimension.
It was evident to Basheera, apparently, that Lanying did not want another fuck from Umbu. And Basheera perhaps, quite frankly, did not enjoy Xander as much as she enjoys Umbu. So there was no further trading of partners.
Lanying was stronger that Umbu, but she sort of kept her distance. Every time he looked upon her his dick shot up. She stayed close to either Xander or Basheera unless Umbu was asleep.
Supper was superb. Lanying and Xander immensely enjoyed the "country cooking" and vegetables.
The little cabin only had a bedroom, a bathroom, and an everything-else room which combined "living" room, dining area and kitchen. Basheera gave Lanying and Xander her big bed for that night while Basheera slept on the sofa and Umbu slept on the floor on mats. Noting that Lanying stays up late (and as informed by Xander) and likes to stroll around, Basheera showed Lanying how easy it is to remove the screen off the window of the bedroom from the inside. Basheera placed a sort of foot-scrubbing mat just under the window.
"Okay, precious! You can just go in and out the window without concerning yourself that you are disturbing us."
While Xander slept, Lanying did indeed wander about in the darkness. She gazed at the garland of bright stars. Around midnight, feeling chilly and sleepy at last, she entered the window, replaced the screen and crawled into bed and snuggled against Xander. She fell into a happy sleep.
As usual, Xander woke up first. He also woke up before Basheera apparently. He exited through the window and wandered about the woods or meadow. Before long, he had an odd encounter with Umbu.
Walking with a decided slink and with exemplary, proud posture, Umbu approached Xander. Umbu's cock was stone hard and throbbing. He walked to where Xander was, close to the battery house, some 500 feet away from the cabin.
"Uh, good morning!" Xander said.
"I want to fuck!" Umbu simply said. "I wait for Mistress to rise. Then I'm going to fuck her hard! But I want to fuck now!"
"Yeah..." Xander replied with a nervous chuckle.
"Can I fuck your butt hole?" Umbu straight forwardly said.
"HECK NO!"
"Mmmm, I gotta fuck something!"
There was an upstart tree near the battery house. It had a bifurcation in its trunk at the right height. Umbu shoved his cock back and forth between the limbs, right in front of Xander. Soon, gobs of semen were spurting 7 feet as Umbu moaned loudly.
Relieved, he walked away back to the house. Xander was glad that was over. He noted the blobs of semen were big enough to pool a tiny bit in the dirt where they ended up. Since Xander was barefooted, he made sure not to step in them. He continued strolling about.
The peace of his morning stroll was broken by the sound of Lanying's voice as she apparently demanded someone to "Get away!" Then Xander heard a powerful slap and the sound of Umbu's voice as he uttered "Ow!" Xander ran to the window to crawl in. Umbu was following Lanying with a steel-hard, thick throbbing dick trying to ram it in her hole. Lanying would push at his chest knocking him back, but he would come again. He kept trying to get behind her.
"Xander, push him outa here!"
Xander was never in a situation like this before. Gently, he urged Umbu to leave out the door. Umbu complained, "Why she not let me fuck her!? I fuck good! She enjoyed!"
Lanying exclaimed, "You're too rough, and a little too big! Now go fuck Basheera! Where is she?"
"She's in field," Umbu replied.
"Well go out there and fuck her!" Lanying insisted.
"She not want to fuck now. Please! I want to fuck you!"
"I'm a lady and men do NOT demand us to fuck if we do not want it! I was sleeping! I have a long trip! Now LEAVE ME!"
Lanying had to keep turning around because he kept trying to get behind her. Lanying whirled around and slapped Umbu mercilessly hard in his face, much harder, apparently, than the first time. It knocked Umbu completely over. He brought himself into a roll from which he got up. But he stumbled around. The blow knocked the senses out of him for some seconds and his cock finally went down.
"I'm sorry..." Lanying expressed.
Umbu seemed to regain his senses. He leaned against the wall and nodded his head in agreement. He finally softly said, "I will leave you. Please, do not speak of this to Mistress Basheera."
"I won't!" Lanying assured. Her voice softened when she said, "I understand. Just, don't ever push yourself on a woman. Now find her, be sweet, beg, writhe around and dance, like you did for me. She'll let you fuck! I'm sure!"
Umbu nodded his head in agreement and he quietly left the room.
"Wow," Xander softly said.
"Sheesh," Lanying softly said.
Xander stayed with Lanying. Lanying and him went back to bed. Lanying was a bit upset, but not a whole lot and besides, she was still sleepy. She soon slept again. Xander just lay beside her feeling contented and happy to be next to her, and day dreamed a bit... then slept.
Next thing they knew is Basheera was waking them up for breakfast.
Around the table Lanying and Basheera discussed the journey Lanying was on. Basheera advised about several issues. During that time, the dark expressive eyes of Umbu kept shyly glancing at Lanying.
After breakfast, with Lanying standing tall on stiletto heels and her bun and fountain in her hair, she noted the pounding erection Umbu had. Lanying came to him and asked Basheera, "He wants to fuck me so bad; I have a way..."
"Oh you don't have to if he's too rough," Basheera assured.
"This way works, but he must obey me!" Lanying said forcefully while she glared in his eyes. And she was over him due to 4-inch stilettos.
"SIT!" Lanying ordered Umbu.
He sat on a dining chair. Lanying spread her legs and straddled his lap. She stood way over him and his heavy, throbbing cock, facing him. And, she sat. She let that huge pole slowly gore into her cunt as she seated herself right on his lap. He groaned loudly and began humping from his chair. Flexing her thigh muscles, Lanying lifted herself a bit so he did not pound her cervix so hard. Even in that position, his cock still drilled deep.
"Hold still! I move only!" Lanying demanded as she glared in his eyes.
She humped by flexing her muscular legs and surging up and down over his lap. Only a few seconds of this had him spurting and groaning in pleasure. He stayed hard and continued to hump. Lanying ordered him still as only she moved. She did not ever let herself all the way down.
Lanying squealed through 5 orgasms while he went through 2 more before he went soft.
Lanying lifted herself off his lap. Her legs muscles bulged impressively as she did so. Semen dripped from her cunt as she stood spread legged.
"I'll go walk outside a while so this won't drip in here," Lanying offered.
"Aw precious!" Basheera smiled, "okay. And, why don't you nap a bit before leaving?"
"I will."
Lanying's and Umbu's sex had had an audience of Basheera and Xander. Xander had an erection and wanted "in". He followed Lanying out the door and begged, "May I fuck too?"
"Of course, sugar!", Lanying enthusiastically replied, "Come on!"
Chuckling, Basheera gently closed the door behind them. She put Umbu to bed.
Lanying found a convenient tree limb, leaned over it, presented her butt and let Xander furiously have at it. His cock displaced quite a bit of Umbu's semen but it was of no matter. He immensely enjoyed the fuck while Lanying enjoyed 3 more orgasms.
I guess those gals could just keep fucking and having orgasms as long as there is a hard dick to hump up their holes! Man! I wish I could go to that dimension and try that life style out!
Well, of course, fucking put Xander on his back. Lanying led him to the cabin and he laid on the sofa a while. Basheera was there in an easy chair, reading.
"You need the dishes washed?" Lanying offered.
"Yes, but if you think you're going to do them, you're out your mind!" Basheera chuckled. She said, "That's Umbu's work when he wakes up. Now come here, precious! Sit in my lap!"
"Okay", Lanying giggled, "But some semen might drop on your legs."
"Sheesh, girl! I get pumped full of semen every day! You just sit here and let me hold you."
Lanying sat on big Basheera's lap. She held Lanying gently. Basheera commented with a chuckle, "My, my, my! So much energy! You never sit still! Now rest a bit before you all leave. Mmmm! If I had my way, you would never leave!"
Lanying sat there with her head back and on Basheera's shoulder. Basheera had one arm around Lanying's waist, and another arm up with the hand over Lanying's pert little breasts.
Basheera commented, "Mmmm, mmm! You're so firm! And I can feel the energy surging!"
Lanying giggled.
Lanying enjoyed the warmth of Basheera's lap and bosom. Before she knew it, she fell asleep.
Lanying stirred after 30 minutes. Basheera herself had drifted to sleep. When Lanying slipped out of Basheera's lap, she woke up.
"Oh! Darn! Already time to go, precious?" Basheera asked.
"We'll come back by on the way home!" Lanying promised as she got up from Basheera's lap.
"Okay, but what about after that? You live so far away!" Basheera asked as she stood up and hugged Lanying. Basheera diddled Lanying's pointed ears. "These are so dam cute I can't stand it!" she commented. Lanying giggled.
Lanying roused Xander with the promise that he could nap a bit in the velomobile until she gets it well underway on the paved road.
"Aw! You're so nice to him!" Basheera commented.
After profuse greetings and some hugs, Lanying and Xander entered the velomobile. Xander reclined his seat. Lanying alone pedaled, easing the velomobile down the driveway. Basheera followed, jogging.
After Lanying turned left onto the pavement, Basheera ran to catch up and knocked on Lanying's door. Lanying stopped the velomobile and opened the gull-wing door.
"Just for kicks, I'm gonna run beside you", Basheera said, "Let's see what speed it takes before you drop me!"
"Okay!" Lanying giggled.
"Is he going to help pedal?"
"No, not yet. I'm lettin' him nap a while."
"Aw, he's lucky to have you as a Mistress!"
"Yes, yes he is, quite frankly!" Lanying shamelessly agreed. Basheera laughed.
"Okay, big girl, get ready!" Lanying announced.
"I'm ready!"
Lanying closed the door. Flexing her muscular brown legs, she took the velomobile through several gears and got up to 25 mph. Basheera kept up! "Wow!" Lanying huffed. Lanying surged more power through those legs. Up to 30 mph, Basheera was barely keeping up. Finally, she gave out and had to fall back. Lanying waved. Basheera, tired, waved back.
Going 30 mph while pedaling alone is a bit much, so Lanying let the velomobile ease back down to 25. At this pace, she continued. She just let Xander sleep. About 5 minutes later, a call came over Lanying's VHF 2-way radio. It was Basheera. Panting, she huffed out the question, "So how did I do?"
"I dropped you at about 31 miles per hour! That's great! You're a strong runner! Over!"
"Thanks! And you're a strong pedaler, to go that fast carrying that weight and a sleeping, pretty big guy!"
"My legs are gonna be bigger than me by the time this trip is over!" Lanying joked.
"Oh, you got gorgeous, awesome legs! Show 'em off, girl!"
"I will!"
"Okay precious, I'll let you go. Be sure to try for me tonight. Try this VHF first. It just might reach, depending on how high you are. I have a gasfet r.f. preamplifier, 0.001 microvolt for 10 db signal-to-noise! It just might make the trip! Otherwise, try HF, on the frequency I told you! Over!"
"Will do!" Lanying replied.
They concluded the radio communication and Lanying was on her way. Eventually, Xander recovered, woke up and eased in pedaling. They got up to 30 mph, limited by road conditions.
Basheera's estimation that hers was the last house they would see turned out quite true. By the time they were in their third pedal-cycle, the road was seriously beginning to deteriorate. More and more pot holes, cracks and missing segments of pavement slowed them down.
Then they encountered something a bit creepy. There were none of the usual signs like great fields of solar panels, wind generators, or farm fields. So the town sneaked up on them, so to speak. The town's buildings were completely dilapidated; falling apart and deteriorated. Weeds, small trees and even mature trees were everywhere. Nature was reclaiming this town. A big oak tree was growing right in the middle of the squarish area circumscribed by a concrete base. This suggested that the town was abandoned for many decades, if not over 100 years. Basheera had told Lanying these would be encountered.
After passing through the town, they were back in the wilderness. Considerable lengths of road was dirt road. That would not be so bad if it were not for the fact that remains of pavement were like huge jagged stones that had to be avoided.
Whenever they encountered a bifurcation in the road, especially if the road they were on joined; that is, their road joined another road and became one, Lanying would stop and mark the trees so that they can find their way back.
According to the map, they did not have that far to go, actually. Only 150 miles! Lanying assumed they could get to the mountain gal's home in just a couple days. But the rough road conditions slowed them down considerably. In places, they were going only 10 mph due to all the washouts and pieces of broken pavement.
Toward the end of their forth pedal-cycle, the one just before lunch break, they encountered another abandoned town. Although they had to extend the pedal cycle time to do so, Lanying and Xander continued on for a while until the town was passed and a little distance was put in between them and it. Lanying did not like the energies she felt.
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At this point, Lanying and Xander are in a great wilderness, that's all there is to it! On their own, they find water and vegetables for cooking during their rest stop. |
Obviously, for lunch they had to stop near water, forage for vegetables, and cook using the alcohol camp stove. While having lunch, Xander asked, "What's with all these vacant towns, Mistress? Where'd the people go?"
"I asked Basheera why there are abandoned towns. She said, and I myself have heard of this, that long ago, like 2000 or 3000 years, genetic scientists developed genetics to cut down on the tendency to develop pregnancies from fucking. Before that time, something like 1 out of 5 fucks would make a woman pregnant. Now it's like, thousands to 1! People just don't have babies much. My mom fucks with guys all the time, and I still don't have a brother or sister."
"Mine too", Xander added.
Lanying continued, "And look at us! Fucking several times a day, every day, ever since we've been together. Nothing. There's even a race of Betaqh women, well, that is, there's a genome that shows up from time to time among us. It happens only to Betaqh women. When one has that genetic code, she has no uterus at all! It's all cunt! Since they can't reproduce, that genetic code is becoming rarer and rarer. But this other genetic code which has been infused in all humans now, is threatening to make us extinct. All these towns we're going through... look at this map..."
Lanying unfolded her map and showed Xander.
"See all these X-102, X-71, X-whatevers for town names? I had no idea what that meant until Basheera told me those are abandoned towns. They have no names so they just use the nomenclature of 'X' for abandoned, and give them numbers. Look at this. This whole area is gone! A whole number of provinces! The people, extinct! Central Capital is almost the only town of any size and high tech abilities in the whole world!"
(The "world" of her dimension or planet, that is. It does indeed appear to be extremely sparsely populated.)
Xander asked, "Why did the genetic scientists develop something that would make us extinct?"
Lanying answered, "Basheera says that it was for no other reason than to be able to fuck and fuck and fuck without pregnancies developing. Their intention was to make it controllable. They tried to make it so that eating certain foods will make a woman able to get pregnant. Another group tried to develop a genetic code that would make a woman able to get pregnant only for one month every two years. But there was no coordination between scientists, and the ability to make such genetics recessive was not assured. Well, one set of the new genetic codes wound up being dominant, and it quickly spread. The stupid government of that time discontinued all genetic research saying it was dangerous. After several hundred years, that government was dissolved, mostly because they died out! Then the government we have now, in Central Capital, was developed. By that time, several hundred years had passed and the new genetics became a part of us."
"Huh, huh, huh," muttered Xander.
After lunch, they continued their slow progress through this area of human extinction. The going was slow.
Upon their approach to a smaller abandoned town where only a few buildings had remains standing and the rest was tall weeds, bushes, and young trees, they encountered a velomobile just off the right side of the road. It was seemingly parked in front of a building that no longer existed. There was a line of cement block stones in front of the velomobile. Weeds grew both in front and back of the blocks as well as through the square space within the blocks. It was a curious looking velomobile, with 2 rear wheels and 1 front wheel, the opposite of velomobiles "back home".
Curiosity made Lanying and Xander stop and look the velomobile over.
The velomobile was not rusted as the people of this dimension do not make them out of anything containing iron, but the paint was chipped and faded and edges worn. Algae and scum was on parts of the windshield and window glass, especially the lower parts. Green algae grew on the south-facing side of the velomobile near the ground. And the ground just below it had a mud puddle. The velomobile was low to the ground because all three tires were flat out flat, and had been for ages.
As Xander ventured close to this ancient vehicle for a closer look, Lanying urged, "Let's hurry, Xander, this place has earth-bound spirits. They're... essentially harmless but they're looking at us and it's givin' me the creeps!"
"Wow! How do you know?" Xander asked in wonderment.
"Well, baby, I'm psychic somewhat, you should know that by now."
Xander: "Oh yes, it's just that; hmm, wow! Okay! I just kinda wanted to know how it's pedaled..."
As Xander got close he then saw something frightening, "Lanying! Look!"
Laying back in the semi-reclining seat of the velomobile was a complete set of human bones. The skull had sort of rolled to the side and down and was between the seat and the door at about where the femurs were. It had landed in a position where its face was upward and to the side a bit. It seemed to be staring at them.
"Let's go, Xander!" Lanying urgently insisted, "There's an earth-bound right next to me saying that's his mother. He indicates that she has already gone into the light but he's afraid to follow. I don't know what all that means..."
"You don't know and you're psychic?" Xander asked amazed, "Tell him to go into the light too! That's how a spirit returns and then can progress from there, including perhaps reincarnate."
"How do you know these things?" Lanying asked.
"That radio talk show, a lady by the name of Georgette; it's all about spiritual stuff..."
"Okay, okay" Lanying hastily agreed, then apparently addressing the "earth-bound" (ghost) she just as hastily urged, "Well, you heard him! Go into the light! Then you can see your mom again or reincarnate after her, maybe even, as her son. Me, I'm outa here. Lets go, Xander!"
Lanying and Xander scrambled back into their velomobile. With Lanying's powerful thighs providing probably two thirds the power, the velomobile shot up to near 30 mph for a few seconds until the end of the town and road obstacles forced a slow down. Lanying kept up as much speed as possible for a while.
After that, she calmed down and the pedal cycles and rest periods became more regular.
After the third post-lunch pedal cycle, they stopped to make supper. It was dusk with the sun already behind the far away mountains to the west. Lanying did not want to forage for things to eat or even be outside the velomobile cooking in the dark, so they had supper at that time.
By that night, they had made only 100 miles with the majority of it having been made via the first four pedal cycles. Tomorrow promised to be slow going. Also, the map and road were taking them east, and huge mountains loomed toward the east.
Similar to two nights before, but more so this time, Lanying suggested forging on, just taking it easy, and Xander could quit and sleep anytime he wanted.
By 10:30 p.m., Xander had indeed fallen asleep. Going sporadically at 20 mph at times, or proceeding carefully at 5 mph around holes and remains of pavement, Lanying pressed on. Because of the rough road, Lanying turned on the small headlight. She turned on no other lights; no need, there were no other velomobiles.
Lanying proceeded slowly for a time since she was looking for a certain right turn as indicated by the map. Finally she found it. It was the only right turn for tens of miles in either direction. This road would take them over the mountain to the east as part of the route to the mountain maid's home.
Just after the right turn, Lanying got out in the creepy darkness in a boogery black forest and stood very still while holding her hair from her sensitive pointed ears. After determining that there were no creepies near, she placed and carved markers on the trees so she would see where to turn on the way back. After placing the markers, Lanying shot back to the velomobile, driven by a combination of creepiness and a damp cold.
After the right turn, the road actually improved due simply to the fact that the chunks of pavement were no longer a problem. Also, there were none of the washouts created by the presence of chunks of pavement. The road was more like a wide trail. Going a steady 15 mph, she actually made better time than on the bigger road before.
Later, she reentered an region of meadow. Later still the road began to climb rather steeply. Lanying's powerful legs flexed and rippled their muscles getting the velomobile up the mountain with Xander sleeping. Then it began to rain. At that point, Lanying stopped, turned off the small headlight and sat there. The sound of rain on the velomobile was very relaxing. Lanying just sat there and enjoyed it. She let the velomobile just sit right there in the middle of the road. They had not seen another vehicle the entire day! Lanying set the gears for a quick takeoff. She found her crossbow and dagger and placed them for quick use. Eventually, Lanying was lulled asleep by the sound of the rain.
Clouds begin to encroach here. Cloudiness increased until by the time Lanying stopped to sleep (above) the sky was clouded over and darker than pitch.
Xander's usual early wake up was greeted by dark cloudy skies and wet, sloppy conditions outside. He slipped on a sort of rubber shoe (not a complete boot) so he would not track dirt into the velomobile. He also wore a black sleeveless t-shirt.
There were some mists below... Xander was impressed that the powerful legs of that sprite, Lanying, singlehandedly had already taken them that high. Anyway, so Xander was able to look down over the lower areas to the west. Mists or out-and-out clouds moved across the territory. If a cloud at their level moved in, then it was fog. The whole thing was weird, but cool.
One has to keep in mind the nature of where Xander and Lanying were raised. Apparently, something like 300 or 400 miles to the east is a major ocean. Heading west, after coastal planes fairly high mountains are encountered followed by an area of low mountains and plateau. Then those super high mountains of "The Wall" are encountered, after which the elevation stays pretty far up. Since mountains have a drying effect, the central plateau on which they were raised tends to be a bit "dryish". Not really dry, but... well, it depends on the exact location, but fog rarely occurs.
 In these scenes, Xander and Lanying experienced dark gloomy weather as depicted here. I use whatever art or photography the sysop has. Interestingly, he says this photo was taken in Blue Ridge mountains way back in, get this, 1966 or there abouts. The photo was yellowed, but he processed it to this gloomy appearance. He said when the photo was taken, in was autumn and it was indeed a cloudy, windy day. |
So there stood Xander, totally fascinated with the fact that the cloud has "come to him", rather than he having to go up to the cloud. And when within it, it is so cool and, in a way, soothing, but he ends up a little wet.
To the east, an impressive mountain loomed. Clouds kept coming over it and between the higher peaks. They were dark heavy clouds and, apparently, laden with rain. As one came over, heavy bands of rain approached. Xander got back into the velomobile to wait it out.
Brown-skinned naked Lanying was of course, in the midst of her sleep. She was, at the moment, not covered by any sheet. Her black hair was tasseled and all over her face. She looked so darling to him. He debated covering her up. It was cool in the velomobile, but not that cool. He has seen her sleep naked and uncovered in cooler weather than this. He finally decided to let it be.
Sitting in the velomobile while raining heavily presents one with that ever so soothing sound of rain on the roof. Like, sleep time! Anyway, that was all he could do. It looked like it was not going to let up soon, so Xander reclined his seat back down, covered himself with a sheet and went back to sleep.
Xander woke up every so often, but it was still raining. He would then let the sound of the rain lull him back to sleep.
Next thing Xander was aware of is that he was near the velomobile where it was parked at that time, but out in the brush, maybe 100 feet away. Naked blue-skinned white-haired gals, 5 of them, were feeling him up and getting really horny. One or more of them had already raised her leg and rubbed her cunt on his hip. They appeared 6 feet 2 inches tall and lean and fit, in the 190- to 210-pound range. With their ruby red lips, which contrasted dramatically with their sky-blue faces, they kissed and licked him all over. He had had an erection, and was getting ready to possibly fuck one. Then, he felt funny. Tingles all over. He felt like he was "dissolving". The gals backed off and looked surprised. One seemed to communicate (not say with her mouth) "No! Not yet!" He felt like he fell. The feeling of falling off a precipice startled him awake. Had that been a dream? Or, an out-of-body projection? This place had a strange energy.
Xander heard, "What a gloomy mess this is!" It was the sweet but vexed voice of Lanying, who was waking up and energizing that tough brown body of hers.
"Good morning ya sweet brown gorgeous honey!" Xander greeted, and with a pounding erection left over from that dream.
Lanying spun around with her tasseled hair flying across her face. With an impish grin she replied, "Good morning, Cock!"
With a dashboard and narrow passage, it took the agile, willowy body of Lanying to do it, but she crawled back to where Xander was and got on top of him.
"That big pole is in my way!" Lanying "complained", with a grin, "I got a place to put it!"
Xander's seat was in a slight up position which would work out well. Lanying straddled him and his seat. She let herself slide on down his front with her hard tits scraping his chest. As she settled down, that big rigid pole burrowed into Lanying's hungry hole.
"Mmmmm", Lanying cooed long and luxuriantly, "That hits the spot! Mmmm!"
Xander moaned too from the ecstasy of a snug warm cunt enveloping his aching post. He gently held and felt over the fascinating "terrain" of Lanying's back side, from her solid little back, her narrow waist, and a couple of hard, muscle-rippling bunns of butt.
Leaning up on her elbows and forearms on his chest, she stared closely into his face. Black hair was all over her face. She steamed, "Fucking you just plain feels spiffy! Mmmm, it's right on my ceiling. Let's see which of us can hold still the longest!"
Xander chuckled, "You're on, Mistress!"
Lanying lost the contest terribly. Xander was resisting the urge to hump. Then Lanying suddenly just flailed away exclaiming, "I'm gonna fuck 'till your head caves in!!!"
The entire velomobile rocked from Lanying's furious humping. Xander managed a "double-fuck". Readers probably familiar with that "Shasheerian term" by now; after gushing, Xander's cock fails to soften and Lanying keeps humping furiously. His cock picked up again and built on up to a second gush. During that time, Lanying screeched through 5 orgasms.
In simmering down, Lanying just allowed herself to lay there, sprawled all over Xander's front with her ample muscular legs straddling him. Even as his cock softened, it remained in the entrance of her hole. She relaxed a few minutes that way. Xander fell asleep.
Giggling, Lanying finally got up. She wiped down Xander and herself a bit and then she covered him with a sheet. Squirming through the narrow passage with the agility of a snake, Lanying returned to the front of the velomobile.
"Oh man, I completely forgot to see if I could contact Basheera!" Lanying muttered to herself. "Hmm, I wonder if I can take on this mountain myself? Not gonna get any help from sugar, a while..."
Apparently deciding just to gear down to the lowest granny gear, Lanying began pedaling. It was still raining outside, so there was little else to do.
The road conditions were not so severe as the climb over "The Wall". And that was fortunate because the rain was making the dirt road a bit slippery. Lanying felt the velomobile slip a couple times. Also from time to time, the rear wheels, the driving ones, would slip under the force of Lanying's muscular legs.
Lanying had the windshield wiper set on timed sweeps across the windshield to clear rain drops. That was to conserve the accessories battery. She did not need the windshield to be really clear. Moving at 2 mph and absolutely no other vehicles made visibility not that severe an issue.
The road wound back and forth, back and forth. But the grade of 15 percent was easily manageable and there were no sheer cliffs right at the edge of the road.
Lanying put in an entire 60 minutes of pedaling. She was hungry, but it was still raining. Also, they were in a dense fog due simply to the fact, that she literally ascended into the clouds. Sparse vegetation suggested they were near the top of the mountain ridge.
Lanying put the parking brake on and then she searched under her seat for those dehydrated food packets. She preferred not to use those, but the "dad-blamed" rain would not stop, so she had no choice. She certainly did not want to slop around in the cold and the wetness gathering vegetables. Certainly water was no problem. The only problem was where to use the stove. It was not a good idea to use it in the confines of the velomobile. There was a rolled up large sheet of rain-proof canvas in the trunk, but she did not want to get in the rain to set it up.
Lanying noted there were a lot of rocks, and they were getting more and more as she neared the top. She continued pedaling. Sure enough, after about 20 minutes, what she was apparently looking for came into view. A large stone jut way over the road at an angle. Also the road was fairly level. By gosh, she already made it to the top! Anyway, she got out in the rain and gathered water. She then lit the stove in the protected area between the velomobile and the rock, and boiled the dehydrated packets.
Unfortunately, the rock was on the right of the road, making the gull-wing doors, that open to the left, force them out into the rain a bit for entering and exiting the velomobile. They were under the rock, but blown rain still came down. Being on the top of the mountain, it was quite windy. Only the deepest part of that cleft of the mountain gave complete shelter from the wind and rain.
Lanying trotted to the left of the velomobile, opened Xander's door and crawled in on top of him. Grinning and giggling, she roused him saying "Get up, sleeposaurus! Breakfast!"
Xander joked, "You're getting me wet!"
Giggling, Lanying pretend-retorted, "I've been in the rain getting breakfast for you, you sleeping beauty! Here, here's some wet for you!"
Lanying shook her head which caused a spray of water to fall from her hair upon Xander. After that, her hair was really all over her face. Through strands of wet hair, she giggled and grinned impishly. Laughing, he said, "I wasn't talking about that! I was speaking of your wet cunt lips on my leg there!"
"Oh! That! Well, I wanna fuck!" Lanying then rubbed her cunt up and down his leg a few times. "Mmmm! That feels good!" She leaned over and kissed him. Sitting back up, she invited, "Well, come on sugar! Let's eat! I already got us to the top of the mountain!"
Lanying got off Xander, indeed leaving a track of wetness on his thigh. Xander followed her to the deep part of the cleft.
"Brrr, chilly!" Xander commented, rubbing his arms, "But this isn't bad!" He spoke of the soup made from the dehydrated packets.
"Yeah," agreed Lanying as she got up, "not the same as the fresh vegetables, but it will do."
"Where you going?" asked Xander.
"To get your shirt!"
Frisky Lanying came back with Xander's black sleeveless t-shirt for him to slip on.
"Wow! Thanks, Mistress!"
"Hm! Selfish move on my part! That's sexy on you and I like looking at it! After eating, lets fuck. I know it'll put you out, but the downhill is next and it's gonna be slow going, so you'll have time to sleep."
"Gosh, you're so wonderful! Basheera was right. I am lucky to have you!"
"Uh-huh! I know!" Lanying confidently replied, "You couldn't do better! Tight cunt, gorgeous, intelligent, talented, and even strong!" She raised her arms in a muscle-pose and flexed. Nice hard little 11-inch biceps popped out.
"WOW!" commented Xander.
He then asked, "But aren't you cold?"
"I make my own heat! I've been pedaling, cooking and runnin' around like a lost chicken! I'm fine!"
"Good. Because I like looking at your gorgeous brown body and those perky titties!"
Lanying giggled as raised her hands over her head as like, perhaps, part of a dance, and shook her torso, jiggling her pert boobs a bit. She brought her arms partially down hesitating for another muscle-pose. Xander experienced an erection, needless to say. Lanying giggled and gave him an impish grin.
Sure enough, after breakfast and securing the utensils, Lanying leaned over a part of the velomobile that was of the correct height, presented her butt and soaked labia and let Xander have fun.
Indeed, that put him out. Xander laid back with his seat fully reclined. He retained wearing the black sleeveless shirt. Lanying covered him with a sheet.
She closed his door and got in her seat, closed door and got ready. She eased the velomobile forward a bit, then stopped again.
"Sweety", Lanying announced, "I'm going to see if I can't raise Basheera on the radio... Oh..."
Lanying saw that he was asleep, snoring away. Sound of the rain on the velomobile's roof, a warm meal and a warm cunt all conspired to put him fast asleep. She giggled, "Sweet sugar!"
Lanying tried on the VHF radio calling Basheera. It took repeated calls, but indeed, and somewhat surprisingly to Lanying, Basheera answered.
Basheera's transceiver was doing most of the work getting a VHF signal so far over wilderness hill and dale. It transmitted with 200 watts while Lanying's put out maybe 20 watts. Basheera's receiver had a highly sensitive gasfet (Properly written as GaAsFET, meaning gallium-arsenide semiconductor field-effect transistor; Wow!) r.f. preamplifier which pulled in that faint signal from the distant 20-watt transmission. Finally, Basheera switched to a directional antenna after guessing Lanying's approximate position, and turned it for best signal. That required Lanying to key her mike for an extended time, but it resulted in surprisingly clear communication.
Basheera had been quite worried about "Precious" when she did not get her radio the night before. Lanying assured Basheera, to not worry. Radio calling is subject to how busy they are, conditions and height. Other than that, Lanying spoke briefly of what they had been through, and present conditions. With profuse calling for caution, Basheera signed clear.
Lanying kept the VHF receiver on and open. She then pedaled, easing the velomobile forward until gravity took over. After that, it was all using the brakes. Again, the road was not so treacherous as that road over "The Wall", so Lanying could allow up to 15 mph in spots. She had to beware of slippery areas though. In other spots, even though going down, her speed was down to 2-3 mph.
 "We" in the USA and Canada are used to wide avenues of concrete when "we" go on road trips. But how would you like it if the road you were using was like this one above? At this point, that is all Lanying and Xander have. And it's dark and boogery at that! And it will get even less than this. |
The downhill side of the mountain was exceedingly lush with plant life. Trees arched over the road covering it completely. A constant rain had all the plants' leaves dripping rain. Lanying had to ease the velomobile over large roots sometimes. The road itself did not look like a vehicle road, but more like a trail, maybe even a deer trail. In fact, deer and other similar animals may have been the only thing keeping this road open. Lanying's velomobile startled a small group of them. The deer jumped aside as the velomobile went by. Apparently deer and similar had taken over use of the road since it was there. The deer's use of it, and foraging on the leaves and grasses on and around it, kept it clear.
As the valley was reached and the road leveled off, the plant life lessened a bit. The rain also finally stopped. But the skies were dark stratus overhead. Lanying gently urged Xander awake. Together, they put in a good 50 or more minutes of a pedal cycle. It was essentially the second pedal cycle of the day. Lanying had already done the first, by herself. During the second pedal cycle, they began climbing the next mountain. With Xander's help, the climb went somewhat faster. After 50 minutes, they were near the top of the mountain so Lanying ordered to keep on until the top. That took another 15 minutes. Instead of stopping to rest, Lanying began the downhill. They would rest during the downhill.
The third mountain ridge to get over was a big one. It took two extended pedal cycles to get over. Finally at the top, they would have normally stopped for lunch, but the wind was blowing at 50 mph, rocking the velomobile and driving a hard rain.
"Forget this!" Lanying exclaimed as she pedaled on, carefully, and began the descent.
The descent took a while. As they descended, conditions improved. It was still raining, but the wind was gone. They were still high enough on the mountain to encounter huge, over-reaching stones. Lanying stopped next to one. This one was more convenient being on the left of the road, enabling entering and exiting the velomobile on the protected side.
 Every so often the rain would let up. The scene was misty, dark and gloomy, and to top that off, cold. All the while, they are following a "road" that is not much more than a typical hiking trail. SOME aspects of living in this world/dimension are not too appealing. I am like Xander, I would just as soon stay on Lanying's farm, and maybe, go to Central Capital every so often. But then I forget those wonderfully long life-spans these people have. So I guess they have to do SOMEthing to liven it up every once in a while. |
Again, gathering water was no problem. Lanying took out more dehydrated food packets to boil. But in addition, there were some plants with delicious looking tender green leaves growing near the protected area. Lanying only got "misted" while she picked some of those leaves and tender parts of their stems. She threw them into the soup mix. It tasted good to them.
All the while, Lanying was "choreographing" her moves to be fluid and sexy, which she does very well. Sure enough, after lunch, Xander had a pounding erection. They still had 30 minutes of lunch break and/or downhill. After securing the stove and utensils, yep, she leaned over a rock and let Xander plow up in her hole with his aching, engorged cock.
With Xander asleep in the stoker seat, Lanying continued an easy going downhill run off the rest of the mountain. Gentle rocking of the velomobile and the sound of rain on its roof, and the effects of a warm lunch and hot cunt, caused Xander to sleep well.
After descending off the mountain, their road joined another road in a reverse bifurcation. Lanying stopped, got out in the rain which, fortunately, was light at that moment, and clearly marked trees so that she would know which road to take when coming back. The road they "joined" was very well hard-packed dirt with some sections of old pavement, and the velomobile rolled along nicely. Xander still slept. Lanying let him sleep for a time while she kept the velomobile going at a breezy 20 mph.
The road seemed to be following the contour of a hill or part of a nearby mountain. To the right was dense woods and up hill. To the left was woods and downhill, and occasionally, open areas allowing a view of the lower land to the north. Lanying stopped to get out, despite a drizzling rain, and looked more closely. There appeared to be a town, very far away in the mist. It was a "live" town perhaps, because a small area of cultivated fields was around it. Lanying got back in and continued pedaling. The stop apparently woke Xander up. When Lanying began to pedal again, he joined her.
"You sleep well, sugar?" she sweetly asked.
"Yes, very well indeed, sweet Mistress!"
Lanying giggled.
After a while, surprise surprise! Another vehicle! It was on the oncoming lane. A somewhat odd looking single rider velomobile, kind of boxy looking and set high, approached quickly. Its rider, a big Taqh lady it seemed although it was unclear, was almost in a sitting position, like on a chair. Both vehicles' windshields were rain-splattered. Lanying pushed the wipe-once control to clear the windshield, but the other velomobile, making a pretty good speed, already passed. It appeared, however, that the rider did wave.
 Either hard-packed dirt or some segments with old pavement characterize the road they are on. The weather is cold, damp, and rainy, the type of weather velomobiles really shine through. I'd hate to go through this on a bicycle, that's for sure! |
They completed the third pedal cycle. All that afternoon, the gumpy day had been getting worse. That "dad-burn" rain did not let up. It was raining hard and the skies were dark and ominous. Add that to being dusk anyway, it was getting quite dark. Lightning was seen far away. Lanying was having to use the windshield wipers a lot, and now she had to use the small headlight sometimes.
Once again, Lanying had to consider making supper under these conditions. They were using up their dehydrated food packets. Also, Lanying felt her body not having quite as much pep before, attributable to the dehydrated fare.
Lanying decided to just tough it out and go out, in the driving rain, and gather vegetables. Xander participated by unrolling that canvas and setting up the poles and so on to cook under. So wearing rubber shoes, Lanying and Xander went out and got soaked. After gathering everything, Lanying cooked up an extra big amount of delicious soup made of leaves, tender green stems, a sliced tuber or two, and even some pecans (or pecan-like) which Xander helped crack. While they were eating, the rain increased tremendously. It began to lightning. That isn't good at all. They were just going to wait out the heavy rain, but not with lightning. Getting drenched again, Xander struck the poles and canvas while Lanying put away the stove and utensils. They grabbed towels out of the trunk and, bending over them to keep them dry, they ran to the velomobile and scrambled in.
"This freakin' mess is soaking everything!" Lanying grumbled, "The trunk, us, our seats!"
"I wonder what this is anyway?" Xander asked.
"Get on your broadcast radio and see if you can get a good Central Capital station with a weather report." Lanying suggested, "I will too. First of us that get's a good report, speak up."
"Okay."
Each seat has its own broadcast band radio so that each rider can listen to their own station. But they could hardly get anything due to a din of lightning static, so they had to give that up.
They went ahead and put in their final "official" 50 minutes of pedal cycle. However, as before, they probably would continue a while.
Fortunately the road was good. There were no sheer cliffs, no hard turns, and no steep climbs or descents. There were gentle climbs and descents. The road's dirt surface was holding up despite the driving rain. However, from time to time, they sloshed through a runoff from the hill or mountain to the right. In low areas, they sometimes sloshed through ponding water, once up to a foot deep. A little bit of water leaked through the bottoms of the doors. Like "our" automobiles, velomobiles are NOT boats!
Wind sometimes became fierce, whipping the velomobile around some. But the road was safe and Lanying easily held it 'tween the ditches' as Truckers say; although most roads of this dimension's remote areas do not have ditches. That is probably why they encountered so many ponded areas.
Lightning flashed close, lighting up the scene as bright as day, and freeze-framing the rain drops. Loud cracking thunder followed the lightning almost immediately indicating the strikes were close. With trees arching overhead, being low to the ground and partially surrounded by metal, Lanying and Xander were more or less safe. However, one lightning strike that hit a tree mere dozens of feet in front of them, startled both Lanying and Xander with stinging tingles all over their bodies just as it struck.
Their speed was about 15 mph. Indeed, after 50 minutes, they just kept pedaling. At least the lightning was not so close any more. The skies were still flickering quite brightly but the thunder was more low pitched, lacking the high-frequency component. This indicated the strikes were some distance off.
Rain continued. The windshield kept fogging up on the inside. When Lanying wiped it off, she noted "Wow, it must be cold out there! The windshield's freezing!"
They kept forging ahead, just taking it easy, as long as their energy held up. At around 10:30 p.m., Lanying told Xander to just go ahead and sleep. At last he had evaporated dry. He covered himself with a sheet, for it was getting a bit chilly, and fell asleep. The gentle swaying of the velomobile and the sound of rain on its roof made for an excellent lullaby.
Lanying stopped a while and tried to get something on the broadcast band radio. Still too much lightning static. She munched on some chocolate-coated peanut-like-nut candy similar to "our" M&Ms. I'll just call it that.
Still wide awake, she figured she will just pedal some more. She easily maintained the 15 mph they had been going. Fueled by a supper of fresh vegetables and by the M&Ms, her legs rippled their muscles and propelled the velomobile nicely, without Xander's input.
As Lanying forged on through the night, she noted farm fields. She could only see the part of them close to the road. She kept turning off her small headlight in areas she felt she could safely see to negotiate without it. Later, she encountered a small town. And it was not abandoned. It was only a small collection of homes mostly, and maybe a trade center. There were no hotels. Some windows had yellowish light within. There were no stark-white lit windows indicating white-light LEDs. Either they were using all amber LEDs or they were using candles. Actually, Lanying only saw a total of 3 lit windows, widely separated. Three does not a trend make.
Not wishing to disturb anybody, and not really wanting to meet anybody that time of night in those gloomy conditions, Lanying went on through the town and back out to the country.
While still among farm fields, Lanying saw a huge humanoid form ahead. She thought it was a human forest ape. Lanying has seen these on her farm back in Central Capital, and is familiar with them. They are harmless but curious. Lanying turned on her small headlight and steered to give the creature passing space. But it was not a forest ape. It was the largest muscle woman seen so far. Buck naked, she stood 7 feet 2 inches and must have been over 400 pounds. Blond hair framed her face. The way she was standing, she appeared to be taking a shower in the rain.
The huge woman stepped into the lane of Lanying's velomobile. She bent over with her huge muscular arms ready to grab. Lanying put on speed and screamed, "XANDER! WAKE UP! PEDAL!"
It took him a bit to get up. He woke up dazed and confused. At 20 mph, Lanying passed the huge woman. She heard a heavy "Whomp!" on the velomobile and it shook. Then it felt like the brakes had been slammed on. Apparently, the giant had grabbed the decorative tail fin in an apparent effort to "catch" them.
"PEDAL!" Lanying screamed. She could not pedal against the braking. Xander slapped his seat up and pedaled furiously. Finally the feeling of brakes being applied fell away. Their speed shot up to 30 mph. But that beast woman began running and was catching up. Barefooted and buck naked, she was easily catching up to the velomobile at 30 mph. They increased to 40 mph which was dangerous for the conditions. She still kept up, but did not get closer. They got up to 45 mph. Finally the beast was loosing ground. But a curve ahead forced them to slow down. At 30 mph, she was catching up. After making the curve, they reaccelerated. In the rearview mirror, Lanying saw the huge female slip and fall! She fell and splatted in water and mud. Legs and arms flailing around, she got up, slipped again and... the curve of the road cut off view.
HAH! She failed to slow enough for the curve! That and slippery conditions stole her footing. At last they dropped her way behind. They kept their speed at 35 mph for a while.
"Good lord have mercy sakes!!!" exclaimed Lanying finally and panting, "What in heaven's name was that thing!?!?!?"
Xander panted out, "Whatever it was, 'heaven' has little to do with it!"
They eased their speed back to 30 mph. They maintained that rate for 40 minutes, slowing only when necessary for curves or ponding areas. Well after midnight and pushing 1 a.m. Lanying invited Xander to go ahead and sleep. They were long out of the area of farm fields and all was normal. Xander reclined his seat to sleep, but he stayed awake a while. After excitement like that, sleep delays its coming.
Fogging windshield continued to pester Lanying as she maintained 20 mph for a while. Gradually, Lanying let her speed down to 15 mph. After 2 a.m., the pedals were getting heavy feeling. They were climbing. Shifting into a lower gear, Lanying continued at 10 mph. The road began to twist and turn. Far away lightning lit up the low ground to the north and west. Sure enough, they were getting higher.
It was total wilderness with no sign of human habitation. Also, Lanying was slave-tired. She pulled the velomobile slightly to the side and put on the parking brake. She reclined her seat and covered herself with a sheet. She checked to make sure the crossbow and dagger were quickly accessible.
Xander woke up feeling cold. He reached around and drew a full-out blanket, not just a sheet, over him. He checked Lanying. She was curled up like some kind of cat, under a sheet. He debated whether or not he should cover her up with a blanket. He decided to at least put one within reach. He reached way back there; there is an access way to the trunk from the stoker seat, and drew out another blanket. Reaching over his dashboard, he laid the partially unfolded blanket somewhat across her and by her side. She then could use it if she wanted.
All the windshields were totally fogged. The air entering Xander's nostrils carried a "winter" smell. It was cold and dry. Though the windshields were fogged, the inside of the velomobile was brighter than it has been for the last couple of gloomy days. Xander wiped a circle on his round window to see through...
WOW! What a change! The sky was super-duper severe-clear! It was straight up blue overhead, no exaggeration, and a rich sky-blue even close to the horizon! And he was looking out the left window which gave him a view toward the north and west, which, being low, meant that the horizon was quite low. The sky just over the horizon was still sky blue indicating a most clear and clean atmosphere.
Well, he just had to check this out!
Slipping on his black sleeveless t-shirt, which was partially wet, he opened the door. He closed the door! Brrr! It was freezing out there!
Reaching through the access way to the trunk, he sought out more clothes. It was summer, they did not bring any clothes! All he could find is a snug-fitting dark blue sleeveless t-shirt that was longish. It went down nearly to his groin. He sought out a bikini with the most coverage. The best he had was a black bikini that covered a third of his butt, and that was mesh. After changing attire in the velomobile, he then attempted getting out again.
He wore sandals so at least his feet would not contact cold ground. He gently closed the gull-wing door behind him so as not to awake Lanying. (Usually he leaves it open, to freshen the velomobile.)
A significant wind was blowing out of the northwest. The wind had no resistance, since the view to the northwest was completely clear. He rubbed the sting out of his bare arms.
The scene was breath-taking, spacious. He could see for possibly well over 100 miles to the north. Mountains to the west blocked the view of anything further. He also could see they were quite high. He surmised that sexy hot little firecracker must have begun the climb on this mountain. He began to feel an erection just thinking about her.
"Brrr!" Xander muttered, "Colder than a copper commode in the Klondike!"
(Perhaps this dimension does not have a "Klondike", but he is uttering, in whatever language they use, some similar saying.)
His gorgeous physique looked awesome in that tight fitting, dark-blue sleeveless shirt and that black satin bikini with mesh back. It accentuated his gorgeously sculpted, rock-hard butt! Mmmm! Oh, yeah, okay, excuse me. Remember whose writing this, the nymphomaniac Lucy; when I clearly visualize these guys in this dimension, my cunt wets my chair; I mean, I get all hot and giddy...
Well, um okay! What I was saying, is the attire he was sporting was gorgeous! However, it was NOT cold-weather gear.
However, and fortunately for us gals, he did not have any cold-weather gear. GOOD! But, it was mighty cold.
The sexy guy with a tent forming in his bikini due to a single thick pole, scrambled back into the velomobile. (Man! What would I give to be Lanying! You wouldn't want to know!)
He figured he would tow the velomobile behind him. He had to pull since the sleeping Lanying blocked his access to the use of the front seat. It would make good use of time and keep him warm. Also it would be a "physically active" "thank you" to Lanying for the many times she pedaled singlehandedly while he slept.
He found a length of rope and the owner's manual of the velomobile. He looked up how to use the front hitch for towing so that the steering would be locked in. (Lanying apparently already knew how to use that feature. He may be gorgeous and sexy, but not the brightest. That's okay, my cunt doesn't mind!)
After figuring out, from the manual, how to engage the thingy that controls steering from the hitch, which required quietly opening Lanying's gull-wing door to work the lever, he was set.
Setting the rope around his gorgeous, lean, muscle-laced hips, he set to towing the velomobile. (Gees, I'm gonna have to masturbate after writing this part!)
So there we have the scene. Vigorously walking, he towed the velomobile behind him up the twisting road. Mmmm! His butt muscles jiggled with each step. His quads rippled heavily. After a bit, he did not feel the cold at all. And thinking about fucking Lanying gave him an erection. He released his thick rod from his bikini to let it jut out in the cold air. The tip of in hung in his shirt. He kept having to free it from that. (Man! I wish I was Lanying!) For the next over 50 minutes, he stayed continuously aroused. The scenery would occasionally take his mind off Lanying's tight, warm hole. But then his cock would hang up in his shirt again. Impinging on that highly sensitive tip yanked his thoughts back to jamming it deep into Lanying. Prefuck juice welled up and dripped every once in a while to the road. Looked like he was leaking lubricant. Hey, that IS lubricant! It is for slicking up a gal's labias for being gored by that thing.
Mmmm! Masturbation break!
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Masturbation is great for cunt emergencies, but I prefer the guy in my hole. Well, ahem, back to the account...
It was a nice change for once. Now Lanying slept soundly, rocked to sleep by the slow trundling of the velomobile on the road being powered by someone else. But then, of course, she suddenly realized, what's going on!? She sat up, looked back, Xander wasn't there. Through the fogged up windshield, she could see it was bright, there was a lot of blue, they were moving, and someone was walking in front of the velomobile. She wiped a circle in the windshield to see out. And ooo! She saw the sexy sight! Muscle butt jiggling, quads rippling, nice v-shape to his back, solid arms; Oh! Just like me, she needed her cunt serviced.
Lanying scrambled out of the velomobile. She nearly stumbled when she set foot on ground that was moving 3 mph. Her mind was on getting her hole filled so she was not paying attention to footing. Xander looked around when he heard Lanying come out.
"Aw, you big sweet sugar! That's so sweet! How did you figure all that out?"
"What?" Xander replied smiling.
"All the... WOW!"
Lanying caught sight of his big, thick, stiff throbbing pole with prefuck juice dribbling out.
"Sugar, you know where you can stick that thing!"
"Mmmm yeah!" Xander groaned, "I've been thinking of fucking your cunt all morning!"
When he stopped towing, the velomobile began to roll back. Lanying ran over to engage the parking brake.
She came back and demanded, "Now come over here and let's take care of that!"
"Yes!"
Lanying stepped off the side of the road with Xander following. She found a stone to lean over on and presented her swollen labias for that big, thick heavy rod to plow in. And plow in he did! Indeed, that prefuck juice is a lubricant. From waking up to being fucked had been only a couple minutes, so Lanying's labias did not have quite sufficient time to get soaked with her own copious lubricant. The tip of his cock was glistening with lubricant, so it plowed into her hole smoothly and mmmm! With indescribable ecstasy!
Xander gushed almost right away after only one orgasm from Lanying, but he was so wound up, he just kept humping on her. Failing to go soft, his cock only hardened further. Bumping her cervix vigorously, she went through another three orgasms while he built up and then furiously gushed his second time."
He kept humping even with it softening. Lanying managed yet one more orgasm before it went completely soft and slipped out.
"Mmmm! That was super! What did ya do? What made it so thick this time?"
"Uh, I don't know..." Xander replied in a groggy manner.
This writer's advice is don't ask him that kind of stuff. What is he, a genius? NOT! Just be thankful for your cunt's sumptuous breakfast!
Lanying helped Xander to the stoker seat of the velomobile. She wiped him off a bit and covered him with the blanket. She gently closed the gull-wing door to his seat. After that, she happily spun a few times, hopped and skipped around. Though she woke up cold, a cunt full of his juice warmed her up nicely. Warmed and invigorated, she took in how pretty the day was.
She also surveyed how far that hunk took them up the mountain. "Not bad!" she muttered with a big smile, "Those same sexy muscles that jam his rod so far up my hole did a good job on this climb!"
It appeared that they were three-fifths, or maybe three-quarters the way up the mountain. "Well, I'll just complete what sugar sexy cock started!"
Lanying seated herself. She wiped the windshield clear. Setting it into low granny gear, she continued the climb at 2 mph, pedaling singlehandedly while Xander slept.
Lanying actually got the "sour end" of the climbing-deal, perhaps. That last several hundred feet of climb was in thinning atmosphere. They were perhaps at the 8000-foot range. When she made it to the top of the ridge, she stopped and set the parking brake. The altitude there was most certainly near 9000 feet. A fierce wind whipped the velomobile around. Now, not only were the windshields fogging up, they were frosting up! It was literally below freezing out there. Lanying originally planned breakfast here, but, not so fast. So she began the descent to await a friendlier altitude.
Perhaps about half way down, she then stopped and got out to check conditions. The wind was very much reduced. After all, they were on the side of the mountain now that was away from the stiff northwest wind. Though some wind swoop down the mountain, they were out of reach of most of that. However, every so often, a spell of icy wind would whip through. Just as quick, it would abate and all was calm again.
It was still quite cold though. Lanying put on her microskirt and hose; I didn't think these people had that. She put on dark-blue, stocking-like hose. The top band was just over the bulge of her awesome quads. Her bulging quads held it in place. The microskirt she wore was dark blue to match the hose. She wore her cute little long-sleeved blouse, a snow-white one.
Her outfit left a tantalizing few inches of bare thighs between the top of the hose and the bottom hem of the skirt. And of course, her vulva was easily accessible for fucking. The gals of this dimension always make sure of that! (I would!)
The area was full of tender leaves, tender green stems, grasses, and roots for breakfast. There was plenty of clear fresh water standing in various ponds. Lanying cooked up a great breakfast. She woke up Xander to join her. He noted her cute outfit. An erection formed.
"Eat your breakfast, first, sugar!" Lanying giggled, "My cunt's for dessert!"
"Mmmm, gad! You're sexy beyond belief!" Xander moaned.
"I know!" Lanying replied in a singing voice as she sipped her soup.
And of course, a few minutes later, we see Lanying leaning over a rock, legs spread, and still in her outfit! See? No need to strip. That cunt is always available. Anyway, Xander was humping away furiously, pumping out that ache in his stiffy to trade for warm gratification.
After the action, Lanying helped groggy Xander to his seat, covered him with blanket and closed his door. She put away utensils and secured for travel. She took her seat and continued the descent.
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