by Nathan Wolf
Alice abandoned all pretenses at cleaning after a few minutes of pumping, and moved full throttle into giving me a hand job. Alice had locked eyes with mine. She was smiling and unblinking as we made and kept intense eye contact.
"I will ejaculate if you keep this up, Alice," I warned her.
"I know," Alice said, as she rubbed her fingers around the tip of my glans and played with my pee-hole. The tempo of her strokes increased and abruptly ceased.
I looked down to see what was going on - or not going on in this case. Alice was guiding her daughter's hand to a glistening drop of pre-cum which had formed at the opening of my urethra.
Mother and daughter both shared the signs of sexual arousal. Nipples stood erect and hard, and a rosy blush added a glow to their faces.
"Notice how slippery it feels, Star. It's pre-cum and men produce it to help lubricate a woman's vagina to make penetration more enjoyable for both parties," Alice instructed her daughter.
The intense look of serious curiosity and wonder on Star's face almost made me laugh. I wouldn't have been surprised if Star pulled a pad of paper out and started taking notes. I let out a groan of pleasure when her mother touched the drip with her finger and smeared it around the surface of my gland.
Star mimicked her mother's actions with Alice's encouragement as she dipped her fingertip into another emerging drop of the colorless fluid and carefully spread it over my gland.
"Dennis will make more pre-cum if you continue to stimulate him," Alice said, as she caressed the length of my erection and, several drops of fluid oozed out of me almost on command. Alice continued to slowly milk me as her daughter used the tips of her fingers to spread clear lubricant over my swollen glans.
I could feel pressure building in my testicles, and my legs began to shake as my body tensed. I was close to going over the edge.
"Are you in there, Dennis?" Darlene's voice called as the door to the bathroom swung open.
"Come on in, Darlene, the water's fine," I answered with a less than steady voice.
A nude Darlene took a few steps into the bathroom before she stopped and surveyed the situation. Her eyes widened at the sight of the mother and daughter pleasuring me. Darlene's mouth opened in a mischievous grin and she started to laugh.
"It didn't take you too long to introduce yourself to my friends. It looks like Alice and her daughter have the situation well in hand," Darlene punned with a chuckle.
Darlene walked over to Alice and whispered something into Alice's ear. Alice's only response was to giggle, nod, and stroke even faster.
"I'm going to cum," I moaned, as I passed the point of no return and my toes began to curl. I could feel a hot rushing sensation building up in my groin and my body went rigid as a surge of sperm began to rush upwards in search of release.
Alice reached behind my body when I let out a long moan, slid her free hand between my buttocks, plunged her index finger deep into my rectum, and wiggled it to and fro. The intense pleasure I was feeling suddenly kicked into overdrive as my brain released an additional surge of endorphins. I exploded in an incredible orgasm of pure ecstasy and gratification while her surprised daughter tried to catch my ejecting sperm in her hands.
Darlene and I returned to our bedroom a few minutes later, and Darlene burst out laughing.
Darlene told me, “Alice is very proud of her homeschooling skills", when I asked her what was so funny. "She told me last night that she was thankful a man showed up at the colony. She said you arrived just in time to help teach her daughter advanced sex education. The curriculum apparently includes lots of hands-on field work and there is a killer oral exam she’ll have to pass if she wants to graduate, from what I understand.”
Chapter 9 – (Return to index)
We returned to our room after breakfast to find a note from Lisa pinned to our door. She was reminding us to join her on the front deck for an introductory tour of the Colony and surrounding area. The instructions also suggested that we dress for the weather.
Our walk-in closets looked like walk-in dumpsters. Everything we had brought with us in the Rav4 had been piled in the storage spaces like an unorganized jigsaw puzzle. I busied myself picking out an appropriate wardrobe for our tour.
I selected my favorite Indiana Jones style hat; a dark-brown fur-felt fedora which had cost a small fortune. I had bought it online a few years ago in the mistaken belief it made me look like Harrison Ford. Fedoras are some of the most practical headgear known to man. The wide brim keeps the sun out of your eyes and sheds rainwater like a mini-umbrella.
I customized the hat with the addition of an eagle feather I had acquired at a yard sale. It counted as contraband since I didn't belong to a federally recognized tribe. Non-native people are prohibited by law from possessing eagle plumage and could be fined as much as $100,000 and sent to prison for up to a year.
I decided to take the risk for the sake of fashion. I stuck the feather into the hatband, which was adorned with a small enamel replica of the red-yellow-green Vietnam Service Ribbon that I had earned when I finished my tour in Vietnam. I didn't think that I would run into any federal feather police considering the remote location of our mountain hideaway.
I preened in front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing except for my hat and a smile.
"You're so vain that you probably think this song is about you..." Darlene sang in a perfect imitation of Carly Simon as she gave me a warm hug.
"Wow, the cowboy hat makes you look sexy."
"It's not a cowboy hat, it's a fedora," I replied with a grin.
"Well, it's a very sexy fedora," Darlene whispered into my ear as she pressed her nude body against my backside. Her hands reached around me and began to fondle my semi-flaccid penis. The incredibly sensual feeling of her slender fingers delicately caressing the length of my shaft almost drove me out of my mind.
"I'm horny. Want to fool around?" Darlene asked.
"We're meeting Lisa in ten minutes; we don't have the time," I answered.
"Ten minutes? Isn't that nine more than you usually last," Darlene teased.
I turned to face Darlene, dropped to my knees, and was eye level with her pussy. I positioned both legs in a wide stance and glanced at my wristwatch. Using my fingers, I gently opened the cleft of the mons pubis to reveal a pink clitoral hood. Beads of lubricant and a reddish glow around her vagina testified to Darlene's advanced state of arousal. She let out a little gasp and shifted her feet to maintain balance when I ran my tongue over the hood's length and licked the swollen clitoris beneath it.
I blew a cooling stream of air on the clit before placing my mouth over her genitals and exhaled a hot breath. The contrasting sensations were like fire and ice. I followed each sequence by giving the little man in the boat a rough tongue bath.
Darlene's legs began to quiver and tremble. She grabbed the back of my head to help steady herself and to maintain balance, and pressed my face into her sex. Lick, blow, and suck, I increased the pace of my stimulation and was rewarded by a series of pants and grunts as Darlene's level of arousal increased. I slid my finger into my love's vagina and stroked the rough G-spot with enthusiasm to speed her ascent as she climbed the mountain.
"Oh my God, I'm cumming," she cried, as waves of contractions squeezed around my finger. She suddenly lost all control and my mouth filled with liquid as she squirted and urinated. She pushed my face away with her hands. I loved the sight of her contractions as Darlene's clit pulsed in climax and streams of liquid trickled down the inside of her legs.
I looked at my watch again and announced, "One minute thirty seconds. I think that we have a new land speed record. Now we've got to hustle if we're going to be on time."
Darlene stood naked before, tilted her head. With a woe-is-me face she asked, "What about my afterglow?"
"Take it with you," I said, patting her bare behind.
Lisa was waiting for us with a warm smile when we arrived on the cabin's front deck more or less on time.
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nbsp; I returned Lisa's smile as I gave her a pack of hand-rolled cigarettes and a red Bic lighter.
The shadows still held a hint of last night's frost despite clear blue skies and bright sunshine.
"Follow me," Lisa said, as we set out on our tour of the Colony.
Our first stop was a utility building built into the base of the mountain with only the outer garage doors visible.
"This structure is designed to minimize the Colony's visual footprint. We don't want to draw undue attention to our presence because of Google Earth and the plethora of available satellite imagery. Our continued survival is dependent upon us keeping a low visibility, and we do our best to be invisible to the outside world," Lisa said, as she opened a set of outer doors to reveal a long dark tunnel blasted into the mountain's bedrock.
When Lisa entered the darkened corridor motion sensors activated banks of overhead LED lighting which in turn illuminated the passageway for as far as the eye could see.
"Holy Shit! Did you guys build all this?" The sound of my voice echoed off the walls.
The tunnel was a twenty-by-twenty-foot wide box ramping downward into the mountain's interior. The rough-hewn rock walls glistened with seepage and condensation. Drainage ditches lining each side of the corridor's crushed gravel roadway carried the excess water into the interior.
"The Liberty Mountain Mine was one of several thousands of hard rock gold mines dotting the Rocky Mountains back in the 1860s. The claim never amounted to much of anything and it went bust after three years. We took the existing mining shafts and adapted them to accommodate our service vehicle fleet," Lisa explained.
The temperature gradually rose as we descended. We found ourselves in a large cavern after about 300-400 yards. The cave contained a full-service automotive center, complete with a dozen vehicles of various descriptions. I spotted several snowmobiles, Jeep Cherokees, and ATV's, along with a few front-end loaders and small bobcats. I saw our Toyota Rav4 parked off to one side.
"Several of our sisters are excellent mechanics and vehicle operators. They do a fantastic job keeping our fleet up and running," Lisa said, as she led us to a tunnel at the back of the cavern.
We followed the lighted passageway for a few thousand feet into another expansive cavern so large that the roof and far walls were lost in darkness. The hot and humid air in the grotto hummed with energy: The distinct whine of 3-megawatt steam driven turbines filled the chamber with the sound of its power.
I was slack-jawed in disbelief at the sight I was seeing. It looked like a scene out of the science fiction movie 'Journey to the Center of the Earth'. Piping and heavy machinery at the middle of the cave surrounded a huge complex hot springs and a heated pool of water on three sides. A single story control center occupied space on the side of the pool nearest to where we stood.
Flowstone covered the walls of the cavern behind us and looked like waterfalls frozen in time. Stalactites reached down from the darkened ceiling and thousands of stalagmites grew from the floor. Some grew as massive as trees. We followed a well-worn path through the stone forest while batteries of strategically placed LED streetlights overhead bathed the area around the lagoon in a glow of whitish-blue illumination. I noticed that motion detectors kicked the lights nearest us into high power when we came into the range of a lamp; it was like walking under a searchlight's moving beam.
"Let's stop by and say hello to the technicians on duty. We'll have a cup of coffee and some conversation. I'll tell you more about this amazing place," Lisa said, as she pointed to a two-story building about the size of a raised ranch and motioned for us to follow her.
Lisa climbed the exterior stairway and entered the building without knocking. She shouted, "Surprise!"
"No fucking way, Sister. We've been watching you three on our security cameras for the last 20 minutes," said a thirty-something brunette as she gave Lisa a warm hug. The slender technician was dressed in a loose-fitting one-piece coverall. The zipper of the hunter green overall was pulled down to her navel, and it was clear at a glance that she wore nothing under her outer garments. I recognized the woman as one of the sisters from last night's meeting.
Thanks to air-conditioning, the interior of the control center was ten or fifteen degrees cooler than the cavern's air temperature. Wraparound observation windows provided a 360-degree field-of-view. A control panel filled with switches and dials below the window monitored the performance of the turbine and generator. Several large screens displayed different views of the underground labyrinth of caverns and passageways. Images and various views of the area around the cabin dominated one bank of displays.
Lisa said a quick hello to the two women on duty, and then led us to a large conference table on the first floor of the control center. Three K-cups worth of hot steaming coffee awaited our pleasure in a couple of minutes.
"What is this place?" I asked, as I took a sip of coffee, "It's incredible whatever it is. No one has ever seen anything like it."
“How on earth did you manage to build that?” I pointed out the window to the maze of generators and machinery at the center of the cavern and shook my head in disbelief.
“It wasn’t as easy as we thought it would be. It turned out to be an engineering nightmare. We were able to hire a Swiss engineering firm to design and construct the entire system.
“Everything, and everyone needed to build this facility was brought in by the heavy-lift air service. When they finally finished, we gave them a 10% bonus to forget we ever existed. Lucky for us their banking secrecy laws encourages financially induced amnesia,” Lisa laughed.
"This facility," Lisa tapped her finger on the conference table, "Doubles as the control center for our geothermal generating capacity and also serves as a security command center in the event of an intrusion. We've wired every conceivable approach to our valley for sight and sound. We have acoustic sensor arrays and remote video cameras to alert us in the event of any intrusion."
Floor to ceiling maps of the valley and surrounding area covered one wall of the center, and banks of radio equipment filled another wall. I hadn't seen anything like it since I completed my tour of Vietnam. I had worked in the Out-Country Air Operations command center at MACV back in the day as we tried in vain to interdict the flow of enemy supplies coming down the Ho Chi Minh trail.
The Air Force dropped tens of thousands of seismic and acoustic sensor arrays along the length and breadth of the trail system. The enemy couldn't fart without us knowing about it. It didn't do much good. Charlie had more farts in his belly than we had aircraft and bombs. Still, we had wired the trail like a pinball machine and played it every day.
"Our sensors are solar powered and have a 99% up-time. We picked you up on our surveillance system when you were still ten miles out yesterday. Our security teams didn't go on high alert since we expected your arrival. On ready-alert maybe, but they weren't deployed to prevent your entry into the valley," Lisa said, as she pointed out the grease paint marking which indicated our route of travel.
"How often have you had a problem with intruders?" I asked.
"We've only had two incidents since we opened the cabin. The first was a troop of lost boy scouts. We intercepted them and redirected them back to civilization. The second time was when two escaped convicts wandered into our valley," Lisa said.
"How did that turnout?" I asked.
"Not so well for the convicts. They stumbled upon three of our sisters skinny-dipping in the river and decided to have some fun. They almost beat one girl to death and tried to rape the other," Lisa said, as her eyes narrowed and her expression hardened.
"The third woman was able to get away and radio security. We got there before they could do much more harm than they had already done," she said.
I remembered the hullabaloo over the escape of two men from the federal prison facility in Englewood. It eventually died down. No one ever found the escapees, and folks assumed that they had made their way to Mexico.
"What happened to the men?"
I asked.
"I executed them and left their bodies for the animals. No trace of them remains," she said without elaboration. I noticed her hands were shaking as she was talking.
The phrase uttered by Robot B9 from the TV series "Lost in Space" rang like an alarm bell in my brain. 'Danger Will Robinson, Danger!' I had an increasingly uneasy feeling. Lisa was a first class security freak and she was telling me way too much and sharing too much information. If I couldn't earn her trust, there was no way she would ever allow me to leave this place. alive. In her mind, millions of dollars and fifteen years of labor depended upon Liberty Mountain staying off the grid and a secret from the outside world.
She was a competent and capable commander, and the security of her family of sisters was clearly her number one priority. My mission was to figure out a way to become a fully-vetted member of the colony and to earn Lisa's complete acceptance.
Shit! She just confessed to murdering two men in cold blood. I tried to hide my involuntary shiver. I pulled out my pack of smokes out of my shirt pocket, offered a cigarette to Lisa, and took one for myself.
I felt a surge of sympathy as she smoked in silence. It wasn't for the dead rapists that I grieved, but for Lisa. Necessity forced her to take a life to protect the community, and she would carry the memory to the grave. I realized with a shudder that she wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet into me if she thought it necessary to protect the colony. Having a cup of coffee with someone who one day could be your executioner was weird. Weirder still was the fact that I liked and respected her. Memo to self: Don't piss Lisa off.
"This is one of the secrets of Liberty Mountain. We decided to expand the network of tunnels leftover from the days when this site was a hard rock gold mine after we started to revamp the old cabin. Imagine our surprise when we busted through into this cavern. It's a geothermal treasure. It took us almost five years to engineer and design this system. Construction was a three-year process which cost us almost $5 million to complete," Lisa explained.
