A fast run to a double come

You kneel up behind Mary and plunge your dick into her from behind. Both of you let out a happy groan. It's your favorite position, and your wife's too, doggie style being a reliable bell-ringer for Mary.

Despite Mary's sudden aversion to turning her rear end towards you after your wedding -- "What a disrespectful thing to do to my husband! Showing off my poop hole and mooning you like you were the worst man in the world! When I'm supposed to be cleaving to you, you, my husband, welcoming you with open arms and holding you close to my heart!" -- you won her over by suggesting she could put her hands together and pray aloud while you were pumping her up the stairway to Heaven. The blessing of many heavenly climaxes and the conception of two angelic daughters had confirmed her change of heart about doggie style for husband and wife. As long as you just looked and didn't linger more than a slight touch on her butthole, there was no shame, only joy, in presenting herself that way.

One day, maybe, she'd open up more. But on this beautiful day in the shady grove, you held on to Mary's broad hips and laid pipe up your wife's cunt from behind, speeding up as Mary urged you on.

"Harder, faster, honeybear! The angels are coming, the angels are HERE!" Mary's body bends and tenses with her climax, her hips dipping and rising, her head tilting down and bucking up. As her climax rolls on, her arms give way, and she rests with her cheek and shoulders down on the soft, dry leaves, elevating her buttocks which are still tilting and grinding back at you. You hold on tight to Mary's hips and thrust, thrust, thrust until Old Number One stiffens, swells, and dumps a hot, heavy load deep inside, firing off an aftershock for Mary that makes her pelvis twitch and jolt.

You hold still inside Mary, gripping her by each hip, your head bowed. You hear Mary speaking in a low voice. Her lips are moving in a prayer of thanksgiving. You feel a little prayerful yourself, and repeat Mary's words silently.

Your prayer is interrupted by a rude farting noise from Mary's cunt.

You read in The Joy of Sex about face down ass up, A very deep position, apt to pump her full of air, which escapes later in a disconcerting fashion.

"Bless you!" you tell Mary, "That was quite a sneeze."

"Oh honeybear!" Mary complains. "Sometimes you're just, oh!" She huffs out a sigh.

There's a laugh from off to one side. Priscilla, there she is. Still topless, with stiff little tit-ons and a pink flush on her face and chest. Prissy must have just rubbed one out, you figure from that, plus her dreamy expression and slow little tilts of her hips and shoulders as she stands by a tree carved with Valentine hearts and initials pierced with Cupid's arrows. L.M.M. <3 S.B. G.P. =-> S.R. and so on, and one SISTERS DOIN IT 4 R SELF ('), the last carving a beautifully lettered message punctuated with a pair of cunt lips, a message seeming way more modern than the rest while feeling hippie-chick old fashioned.

Come to think of it, Prissy was a sister doin' it for herself, so there you are.

"Oh there you are! Worried we'd lost you!" you call out to your guest, a petite blonde divorcée you'd scooped up from a little fuck-fest celebrating a terrible resort vacation where the power had failed, most of the staff had fled, and body heat was the only way to stay warm. Priscilla had hooked up with the last loyal staffer, a young man named Suleiman, and he was her date for the anniversary.

Suleiman had turned Priscilla's sex life from "that's nice, dear" to fireworks and earthquakes. And once her disaster vacation hook-up boy had unlocked the glory of good fucking for Priscilla, she discovered she could have had it all along -- with any man other than the husband she'd poured twenty frigid years into.

"Liking what you're seeing, do you want your turn now that you've caught me?" you ask Priscilla. "Or any other ideas?"

Your dick softens and slides out of Mary's cunt. You caress her lower back with a gentle hand, and see goosebumps rise along her ribs. Mary sighs and wiggles her hips. "Honeybear," she murmurs. "So good."

"Lie down, Brian," Priscilla says. "I want to ride your tongue." She steps up and pulls off her clamdigger pants, tossing them on top of the little bag she's been carrying. Now she's naked but for sneakers and socks.

Priscilla straddles your face, looks down at you with a grin, and wiggles her hips as she slowly lowers her pussy lips toward you.

She's delicious and very wet. When she brings her hands down to your temples to direct you, one hand has sticky fingers. Sister has been doing it for herself.

It doesn't take long at all before her voice is raised in climax and her cunt is grinding down hard and rhythmically between your nose and chin. There's a little pop! from your neck, but the soft leaves under your head are cushion enough.

You love pussy, so much, especially when it's creaming on your tongue or around your dick.

Priscilla shudders, loses her balance, and crumples to the side.

She opens her eyes and mouths silently, I LOVE THAT.

"Me too, Sister Prissy," you murmur. "Me too."

An afternoon breeze comes up, giving you, Mary, and Priscilla reason to get up, get dressed, and get back to the RV, where there is a tiny if genuine hot shower to be had.

And then it's time to hit the road.

Who meets you when you arrive at the camp?

On a 7-9 using FUCK HER, choose two:

• She cums (+1 XP).
• She doesn't scream, pass out, or get you in trouble.​

Gain +1 XP. You have 5 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

How close is Priscilla now? (d6=3, "about average"). Priscilla is watching from close enough to appreciate the sights and sounds.

Roll +HOT(0) on Priscilla, using MAKE HER BEG. Roll: 7. On a 7-9, she begs for one thing. (EAT PUSSY). Roll +HOT for EAT PUSSY, 10. On a 10+, choose three: She cums (+1 XP), no trouble, take +1 Forward when you arrive at the camp.

Gain +1 XP. You have 6 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

Roll on the One Page Solo Engine for when you arrive at the swingers' RV camp:
RANDOM EVENT (roll two, choose one or two).

• QS 2S: Assist (mystical, meaning, purpose) current needs (same). Someone greets you at arrival and situates your parking spot and hookups next to someone who has a connection in common with you, who helps you get oriented with the camp.
• KH 2C: Transform (social) current needs (physical). Your gift of paper goods and commercial kitchen sized food supplies makes your party the guests of honor for a feast.

NPC (roll three, meet one or more).

• 7S d6=5 7H AD: Merchant (mystical), d6=5 unusual equipment; what kind? 7H Simple (social, personal), goal Serve (Technical). A teacher of nonviolent communication or How To Fall In Love Together, selling workbooks or lessons, maybe present as a facilitator for a community meeting to make decisions or welcome new permanent members.
• 8C d6=6 10D 5H: Specialist (physical), d6=6 unusual age/origin; what kind? 10D Specialized (technical), goal Restore (Social). A gardener, building contractor, solar energy installer, permaculture specialist or appropriate technology specialist, aiming to restore a lost or neglected facility within the camp to its former role in bringing people together. Restoring old buildings? Fixing a big common hot tub? Running lights in an outdoor picnic area for warm night gatherings? Maybe "good fences make good neighbors". Or maybe this is Marcia, who cooks and arranges gatherings at the big common area, and wants to restore the feelings from when the place was closer-knit and more communal, with the help of your gift of supplies.
• 8D d6=1 QH: Specialist (technical), unremarkable, goal Escape (social). Another visitor or temporary resident who is using the swingers' RV camp as a refuge to escape from the stress of their life and relationships, maybe by immersing themself in sex and sensation.

You may spend 5 XP for a new Character Move from Create a Character or add +1 to Hard, Hot, Cool, or Control. Maybe who or what you meet will prompt the new Move.