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Quotes from other sources are inserted into the text and appear between horizontal rules and in italics Five years ago lured by the fresh air and wild country, I picked up my city roots and moved to Alaska. I was lucky enough to get a job as the assistant manager of Hidden Cove Lodge which caters to fisherman who fly fish for red salmon and sockeye on the nearby Kenai River. It's a beautiful, wild place, nestled in pine forests within sight of the Chugach Mountains. No roads have been built to the lodge; the only way to get here is by boat, a one-hour trip from the nearest town. The lodge was built about twenty years ago by Dan Knowles, a legend in these parts. Soaring forty foot rustic red pine walls and a cathedral ceiling give the main lodge a opulent feel. In the center of the dining hall a huge open fireplace, built of natural granite is a gathering place for visitors to the lodge. It's surrounded by comfortable couches and is a place for guests and staff to relax to swap stories. Hanging on the walls are trophy fish caught by guests, stuffed and mounted for display. Just off the rear dining room is a comfortable area with a sauna, massage room, tackle shop and a hot tub. Our guests rent cabins located a short distance from the main lodge. The owners of Hidden Cove and myself live in the main lodge.
Dan had two children, Clara and Bertram by his first wife, Mila, who had died a few years before I arrived. He had raised the children alone until he met and married Valerie. She had grown up on a sheep ranch in Australia and was used to wild, remote places. Valerie had two children of her own, Trudy and Maude, from her first marriage. About a year after I got here, Dan suddenly died. No one was really sure exactly what happened to him but Valerie inherited the lodge and continued to run it.
Valerie is in her late-thirties, strong and athletic, trim, wide hips and large breasts, with a lean, tanned face, big gray eyes, a small nose and a wide mouth. Her long, straight grayish-blonde hair was woven into a single braid that reached mid-way down her back. Trudy and Maude, her daughters, were both built like their mother. At 19, Trudy, the older one of the pair, had short brown hair. Her sister Maude was only one year younger, also with short brown hair, and tended to follow what her older sister did. They weren't all that smart and both of them had quit school to work at the lodge. Trudy cleans and prepares fish for the guests and does some taxidermy on the side, preserving and mounting fish and sometimes animals. Clara, Dan's daughter, at 14 was a beauty, slender with gracefully rounded hips and small breasts, long light blonde hair, light blue eyes, full dark lips and a smattering of freckles on her flawless skin. Bertram, Dan's son, was 16, slender yet muscular and very handsome with sharply chiselled features and thick tousled dark brown hair. He had a healthy golden glow from long hours spent helping the lodge's clients with their fishing and other outdoor tasks.
It all started in one afternoon in late October, after the last guests had left and the lodge had closed down for the long, dark Alaskan winter. There wasn't all that much to do, Clara and Bertram were taking school by correspondence after the nearest school was closed for lack of students. Clara had been quiet and sullen lately no doubt from the isolation and lack of friends. This part of Alaska is uninhabited in the off-season, only the occasional prospector or outdoorsman drops by and most of those are suffering from cabin fever. It's easy to keep secrets up here.
I was walking down a path near an old cabin that was no longer rented to guests and used to store extra bedding and other supplies. As I crossed in front of it I heard some noises that seemed to be coming from inside the cabin. The windows in front had been boarded up so I went through a tangle of brush to the back of the cabin and peered in a low window. Inside, on a bed, were Clara and Bertram lighted by the glow of an old kerosene lantern. The room was tiny, barely large enough to hold the bed. As I watched, hidden from view by an old curtain, both began to undress only a few feet away. Clara was sitting on the side of the bed facing the window. She wore a heavy, dark blue, knit turtleneck sweater which she pulled off over her head, revealing two perfectly formed firm, white breasts each capped with a light pink nipple, slightly upturned. The slight chill in the room made her nipples erect. Laying back on the bed, she unfastened her jeans, lifted her hips off the bed and pulled off the jeans. I could see in the warm glow of the lantern her soft, white belly gently rounded with adolescent fat, her navel, the wispy, blonde pubic hair that lightly covered her mons and her clitoris and labia minora, already wet and swollen, poking out from their hiding place between two fat labia majora. Everything about Clara was soft, white, warm and pure.
Bertram had already removed his shirt revealing his strong, tanned, muscular upper body sculpted by his summers of physical labour. He came around the bed and sat beside the already naked Clara, slowly removing his shoes, socks and finally his pants. Bertram's penis would have been the envy of any man, an erect ten inches and thick, sprouting out of a dense bed of curly, dark brown pubic hair. The glans was an angry purple, proportional to the rest of his penis, smooth and well-defined with a generous pee-hole. His scrotum, large and wrinkled was relatively hairless but contained what must have been huge testes. Powerful thighs and nice tight buttocks covered with smooth, tanned skin gave an overall impression of strength and youth.
Bertram put his arm around his sister's shoulders and she turned her head toward his chest and began to kiss his upper body, her golden hair falling across his tanned skin. As he gently held her, her mouth gradually worked it's way down, her soft dark lips and her warm, wet tongue carressed his hard belly. Soon she reached his pubic hair and began to rub her face in it, her own long blonde hair now brushing his thighs as brother and sister writhed in erotic ecstasy. He lay back on the bed, his penis a deep red, so swollen and hard it seemed like it was about to explode. Clara grasped his penis at the base and began to squeeze it rhythmically, her whole body moving with each squeeze. Gradually she moved closer and kissed the very tip with her mouth, pressed the tip of her tongue into his pee-hole playing with it, then took the swollen glans fully into her mouth. Her hips were raised in the air, her head bobbing up and down on her brother's crotch. From the window I had a full view of her vulva, excited and swollen, hot love juices leaking out of her vagina and trickling down her thighs; glistening in drops on her public hair.
Presently, Clara slowed down and took Bertram's still erect penis out of her mouth. She moved forward, kneeling and straddling his hips and positioning his glans at the entrance to her vagina with one hand and steadying herself with the other hand. Slowly she lowered herself onto her brother's penis, four, five, six, seven, eight inches disappeared inside of her. As his huge penis slid into her, hot juice squirted out coating his thighs, pubes, belly and scrotum. She shifted both of her hands to her knees and began to move her hips up and down and side to side. From the window I could hear the sucking noises as Bertram's thick penis moved in and out of his sister's wet, tight, virginal vagina. Faster and faster she moved until at last Bertram's penis popped out of Clara's vagina and shot a stream of hot semen over her buttocks and thighs.
The intensity of what I had witnessed exhausted me but it wasn't over yet. Clara was reclining on the bed resting as Bertram cleaned himself up with a washcloth they had brought. After he finished, he turned to Clara and began to gently wipe her belly rubbing in small circles with the washcloth. He worked down to her pubes, gently separating the labia with his fingers and wiping inside. Putting the washcloth down, he raised her hips and placed a pillow underneath, tilting her pelvis so her clitoris was uppermost. He pushed his tongue deep into her vagina covering her vulva with his open mouth. As he began to suck and lick his sister, she placed her hands on the back of his head, gently guiding him to the most sensitive spots. Faster and faster she moved as her brother's attentions droveher toward a violent orgasm, her back arching and a silent scream emerging from her mouth. Brother and sister lay on the bed, exhausted and covered in sweat.
Quickly and quietly I made my way back to the main lodge without being discovered. Over the following weeks I followed Clara and Bertram out to the secluded cabin and watched them though the window. I found it exciting, but on my last trip to the cabin I made the mistake that was to bring grief to the brother and sister. Maude had noticed my comings and goings from the lodge and had become curious. Unfortunately, I hadn't noticed and one day she followed me out. The cabin being old, had numerous cracks and holes and she observed, unbeknownst to either myself, Clara or Bertram, the tryst. I came around the corner of the cabin and found Maude, her coat pulled up, her pants and panties pulled down, masturbating as she watched. Startled, she turned and fell face first on the ground. She got up and ran back to the lodge, pulling up her pants as she went. She reported to her mother, Valarie, what Clara and Bertram were up to.
As you might expect Valarie was furious about what had gone on behind her back, not only about the possible unwanted pregnancy but about her loss of control; Valarie was a control freak to say the least. Later that day she called me in and told me her plans. I had been a loyal and trusted friend of hers and she needed my help in this situation.
The hot tub was usually drained and shut down at the end of the season to save on heating costs. Valarie had Bertram clean and refill the tub the next day and asked me to supervise. He scrubbed the tub, checked the plumbing and gaskets then filled it with hot water and ran the pump. Everything checked out okay and I told Bertram that he could change and use the tub if he wished. As expected he readily agreed to this and changed into his swim trunks and got in the tub. In the meantime I had called Valarie and informed her of the progress. Valarie arrived about ten minutes later wearing a white terrycloth dressing gown, her braid undone, her long hair falling around her shoulders and framing her face. She walked over to the edge of the tub and gave Bertram a kiss on the forehead while wrapping her arm around his neck and shoulders. He was surprised but evidently enjoyed the attention. Another kiss followed. She kept pawing at him, increasing her innocent pecks until she was almost biting his neck and shoulders with her open mouth. Using her free hand, she undid the belt holding the gown closed and in one quick movement she removed. Underneath she was naked. Her body was tanned and athletic, large plump breasts with light brown areolas and erect nipples half an inch long and three-eighths of an inch in diameter. Her belly was hard and muscular, her pubes shaven. She climbed in the tub, sat down beside Bertram and continued her attack. Through the bubbling water I could see Bertram was getting an erection and soon Valarie, noticing this too, was pulling down his swim trunks and handing them to me. The hot jets of water, the affection of Valarie had its effect on Bertram and he relaxed, his body limp, head back. I undressed to be more comfortable in the hot, humid room then helped Valarie move him to a heated lounge area built into the hot tub where he lay back, legs splayed to either side. Here she continued to play with him, arrouse him. With one hand she grasped the head of his penis and pulled the shaft tightly back against his belly so she could examine his scrotum close up. She gently supported his testes in the palm of her hand while her fingers explored the structures that lay within. Using her tongue, she slowly gobbled the scrotum and contents into her mouth, pulling and rocking back and forth. Sucking and using her tongue she worked his scrotum deep into her mouth till her lips touched the underside of his penis. As we had arranged,I came up behind Bertram and took his hands, pulled them over his head, then leaned forward on his chest. I felt Bertram's back arch and he came, his stream of hot semen splattering over my bare breasts. At that very moment, Valarie clamped her teeth together with all her strength. Bertram's legs kicked wildly in the air as Valarie continued to bite, grinding her teeth from side to side. In ten seconds it was all over; Valarie had bitten off Bertrams scrotum and testes. A trickle of blood ran from the side of her mouth and dripped from her chin.
Harmony, you may remember from one of my previous columns, was the school district that made headlines several years ago when the district fired the agriculture teacher for, well, for teaching more inventive ways of castration. It seems he lectured the class, of whom at least one was a total doofus, about the old-fashioned means of castration -- namely, biting the testicles off with one's very own teeth. The doofus decided to act on the lecture and proceeded to bite a pig's balls off. It didn't go over well with the kid's parents. Or the pig.
from "Not so Harmonious in Harmony, Texas" The bite had left a ragged, diamond-shaped wound at the base of Bertram's penis where his scrotum used to be. I applied pressure with a piece of sterile gauze to stop the bleeding. Valarie had taken the scrotum out of her mouth and was examining it. She pushed up on it from the bottom, forcing the testicles out the top. Each testicle was still held onto the scrotum by a thin cord of tissue at the bottom. Taking each testicle into her mouth in turn, she bit through the cord, chewed and swallowed. By now Bertram had quieted down and Valarie applied a second dressing held in place with adhesive tape and then wrapped him in a towel.
Valarie left the room and returned a few minutes later with Trudy, Maude and Clara. As soon as Clara entered the room and saw Bertram she started to scream. The four of us, Valarie, Trudy, Maude and I grabbed Clara and took her to the massage table. The two girls were able to hold the struggling Clara down on the table while Valarie cut away her clothes with pair of medical shears. Once she was completely naked, she was pulled down to the end of the table so her legs hung out over the edge. While Trudy and Maude continued to hold Clara down, Valarie and I ran strips of cloth around the table to hold her tightly in position. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the table and a strong cord around her thighs and the table, kept her legs apart. Trudy and Maude undressed to be more comfortable in the hot and steamy room. Both girls were like their mother, except with more rounded figures, fatter breasts with dark pink nipples. Their labia were a dark brownish-red, protruding and clearly visible inside a swatch of dense, curly, brown pubic hair.
Trudy left the room to get some supplies and Valarie took a seat on a small stool facing Clara's exposed genitals. Valarie ran her finger down Clara's slit, poking it in between the fat labia and into her tight vagina. She pulled on the labia minora to spread them to their full width and examined Clara's fat clitoris.
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Trudy returned carrying a box of surgical gauze and one of the lodge's filleting knives which she handed to her mother. Valarie moved close to Clara and gently separated her labia minora, pulling them apart and back to exposed the clitoris. She held the knife on its side and placed the tip just under the glans clitoris which made Clara gasp from the sensation of cold steel against her sensitive flesh. Then, without hesistation, she pushed the knife in and downward about an inch under the clitoris till she hit the pubic bone. Clara began to scream and thrash wildly but Valarie continued. She worked the blade back and forth under the flesh, freeing the deep parts of the clitoris from the bone. As she twisted the knife within the wound you could see the skin of the mons move. Blood streamed from under the clitoris as Valarie removed the knife. Without stopping she made an inverted "V" shaped incision over the clitoris. Grasping each labia minora in turn, she put it on the stretch and continued each side of the "V" severing the labia minora along its entire length, leaving it attached only to the glans clitoris. Returning to the clitoris, she grasped the glans clitoris with her thumb and index finger and began to dig out the body of the clitoris along its entire length using the sharp tip of the knife. In a moment the clitoris and attached labia were freed, looking like a sad, bloody butterfly which Valarie dropped onto Clara's belly. She wiped away the blood with a rag. Looking into the open wound I could see the white of the pubic bone and the yellow fat of the mons. She probed between the bloody lips for the vagina. Finding it, she inserted the knife and made a series of random cuts deep in the entrance of the vagina. By this time, Clara was exhausted and nearly unconscious, making only low moaning sounds. Satisfied with her work, Valarie dressed the wound. We took Bertram and Clara upstairs to their rooms and cleaned up.
Both Clara and Bertram healed without incident in a couple of months. Valarie, Trudy and Maude all use Bertram as their sexual playtoy now that he is fixed. At first he couldn't get an erection until they discovered that inserting their well-lubricated index finger up his anus and stimulating his prostate would get him hard anytime they desired. And with the long, lonely nights here during the Alaskan winter, they have plenty of free time to use and misuse him. Trudy tanned Bertram's scrotum and uses it to carry her tampons in; she tanned Clara's excised parts and gave them to Maude who hung them in the window of her bedroom for decoration. Clara has healed up but she doesn't get pleasure anymore with all the hardened scars on her vulva. She can't have vaginal sex since the cuts Valarie made in her vagina, healed together making her vagina so tight it can't take even the smallest penis. I've been seeing her during the nights and training her how to orally please another woman . . . me.
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