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	The Ad read: “'Sport-model' Opossum with no fences, seeking “up for anything” adventurous “3-G” Femme 18-29 for NSA watersports, and other activities, if we can make a mutual splash, lets see what other mischief we can get into?”

“Well, that is getting it out there, I hope I can make a connection here.” the opossum thought, as he hit send  on the on-line  alternate personals  section of the local on-line BBS.

Greg Meadows  was  a quiet adventurer a modern day prospector who would spent  most of his available free time out in the field, after his last trip out he had been feeling the need for a bit of companionship.

About a week later he got a reply, her name was Becca, she was 26 with red hair and violet eyes, she would describe herself as an “ Athletic Roo with big Tits” and when they agreed to meet at a local coffee house her first impression was “oh my Gawd! You look kinda like Santa Clause!” she declared with a delighted giggle taking a seat at his table.

“indeed, I get that a lot...wanna play 'Elf' and sit on Santa's lap?” Greg chuckled back stroking his beard.  without missing a beat Becca fired back

“Sure! And we can talk about the first thing that pops up!”  she chortled “Oh you are definitely fun, this looks promising.” the buxom Roo purred blowing the steam off her tankard of coffee.

“Indeed it is, so tell me, what was it about my ad that piqued your interest?” Greg asked opening his notebook.

“Well...  I like to consider myself a very 'up-for-anything 3G gal'  watersports is something I've wanted to explore, and your ad mentioned  making a mutual splash, that to me said it would be both ways, which I think would be really fun, NSA is always a great way to start out and if I read your ad correctly “sport-modle to me indicates..... um you are fixed?” she hazarded ducking slightly with a blush creeping across the roo's muzzle.

“Correct on all points, my dear and I have the paperwork and test results, so  if we decide to take this farther than mutual water-play you are completely safe  so if things get wild  you would never have that nagging worry  in the back of your mind about you catching a nasty case of the nine month belly bulge.”

“Wow thanks, that is a real relief! Most guys today say since it's ME who can get preggers, it's up to ME not to, while they can spray their baby batter around like a fire hose without a concern, I had a scare a couple years ago so I have been really careful. Unfortunately, most contraceptives tend to react badly with me so I have been having to play condom roulette every time I take it more than in either end of my GI tract.” Becca finished with a wickedly saucy wink that made Greg  blink and then grin.

“Oh Really... that sounds promising you are sounding like a true and proper 3G to me.,  so how much experience have you had in the watersports arena?” he asked taking a pull from his tankard.

“”Good, Giving and Game, that's me...Well, I gave myself a shower once, and had some frat guys do a  six-on-one in the locker room shower once.”
“oh, how was that for you?”

“it was alright, though a couple of the guys tried to make it about shame, and that really took the glow off it, and I found out beer makes them taste bitter and I hate IPA's: Becca made a face then chuckled.

“For me it is... Now this may sound weird, but to me it is special, you are sharing something intensely personal, this is something you made for me and it is warm and... loving and I want to share that. I haven't found too many guys into receiving as well, sure they can dish it out, but  your ad spoke to me.”
Becca reached across the intimate table and placed her hands on his the look in her eyes told Greg everything he needed to know. He nodded squeezing her hand in his she smiled gratefully.

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sitting in the tub  he looked up at her “ready?” she asked. He nodded and she straddled him he reached up cupping her breasts she closed her eyes and released a golden stream of liquid splashing hid belly and groin she rocked back and forth matting his fur from neck to knee. As he cupped and fondled her furry breasts.

Ahh, that felt wonderful Becca,  ready to swap?” Greg asked  she nodded  her half lidded eyes as he stood she took her place kneeling before him. “Do me” she said lifting her face to him,

He pointed and  released a warm stream that splashed against her breasts slicking her light tan fur. she gasped in delight writhing in the pleasure, ducking her head she got a delighted face full  of his warmth opening her mouth to taste him  ignited a desire and she moved forward and sucked him into her mouth drinking down his gift to her  eagerly sucking  with a hunger she would hardly expect, the opossum gasped in shock but reached out to caress the back of her wet head as he started to stiffen in her mouth. Becca showed no signs of stopping if this is what she wanted so be it, he thought. 

“Uh, Becca, this feels fantastic, but just to let ya know, it's been a while, and..” 
She looked up at him nodding  pulling off “gotta taste you” she said and slurping him to the back in taking a deep breath shoved him deep into her muzzle and down her eager gullet swallowing rapidly.

“Oh my GAWD!” Greg grunted grabbing the back of her head assisting  “get ready” he warned. She pulled back a moment to take another lungfull of precious air before  he bucked his hips exploding against her back teeth as she swallowed him down as he pumped load after load of his thick roapy seed down her throat to pool in her belly.  Pulling back his last few spirts  splashed against her tongue she sucked all he could give her before savoring the gift  before swallowing  looking up. Her violate eyes warm and loving.
 
“Just as I thought, not bitter at all,  thank you lover, not sure what got into me but I just had to go with it, damn if I can't feel it pooling in my belly all sweet and warm and tasty.”
Becca said as he drew her to her feet and they hugged
“No worrys hon, that's what being 3G is all about.  Would you like me to return the favor or did you want a balanced load for your GI tract?” he asked fondling her shapely tush.

“Yes to both? I LOVE being licked! “she said turning her back on him and leaning against the wall legs spread palms wide on the shower tiles. “And if you are up for it, do you think you could place a deposit in both? I have never had a guy cum in me  without a love glove and  from what you pumped into my belly  really got me sprung to feed my pussy, and then maybe finish me off by putting a load in my ass?” Becca asked shyly looking over her shoulder. “ Gods I am so fuckin horny right now!” Becca laughed wiggling her backside. 
“It would be a pleasure to shoot a load into your baby locker  lover then finish you off by flooding your colon.” Greg chuckled dropping to is knees and parting her lovely ass-cheeks as she rocked her hips exposing herself.

His first lick was electric drawing a long shuddering moan from the depths of Becca's soul “Oh-my gawd Yes! Lick me! Oh you are good, fuck!” her legs trembled as she rocked her hips pushing herself onto his muzzle as it slid between her lips as his tongue sought out that special spot...  “Oh Shit! Cumming!” Becca bellowed and the blinding heat of orgasmic release washed away her perceptions  as she fountained much to Greg's delighted surprise drinking down her liquid love as she panted to recover, her display reviving him to rock hard status he stood wrapping his hands around her hips.

“I never knew you were a squirter!  that was a real delight, let me know when you are ready for phase two?” he asked resting the head of his cock against the petals of her dripping sex.

“Oh Fuck, that was intense! Haven't cum that hard in a while, I guess like you I had it stored up... give me a minute here to catch my breath and then fill me... gods I can't believe you are going to fuck me bareback! I am so horny I must be ovulating, this is going to be a wild ride.” she said pressing back onto the throbbing head of the possum  as he parted her lips, and slowly slide into her ,Greg filled her in one smooth motion holding a few moments allowing Becca to adjust to this most welcome visitor.  Before finding a rhythm that got them both fired up.  five minutes later  Becca was screaming out another release as Greg hilted himself bumping her cervix and erupting  deep within her filling her womb with his love.

“Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh,my-god! I felt that! You pumped your cream right into my baby locker! It felt soo incredible! What a  primal RUSH!” Becca said with her hands over her lower abdomen turning to look Greg in the face she looked almost manic! Her eyes seemed to glow with feral hunger. She kissed him passionately reaching down to fondle his still hard shaft slick with their combined juices this seemed to heighten her arousal.

“Greg, I-i have never felt this wound up before, if you are up for it, and it feels like you are,  I Need you to fuck me in the ass.” Becca said “gods I am shaking all over at the thought of it! I have Never been serviced this completely in my life  it's like I am on fire here.” she said resuming her position reaching down to catch the stream of combined cream pouring from her pussy she slathered her tight star  rubbing her slick fingers over the pucker she relaxed and slid in a finger then worked in another pumping her personal lubricant into her tight passage. Greg  cupped her lips collecting a bit of honey and added it to her own replacing her fingers with his as she reached back caressing his turgid shaft.

Drawing it to her last frontier,  he placed it between her cheeks Becca reached back parting the cheeks of her ass as he nestled the head of his cock against her well lubed star,  she 'kissed' the tip of his head  as Greg once more placed his hands on her hips.
“Ready?” he asked

“Uh-huh I want it hard and fast!” Becca pleaded.

Greg pulled her onto his shaft her resistance momentary before muscling his way into her she hissed out a groan as her ring flexed  “Fuck...me...hard” Becca gasped bracing her hands against the shower wall as he pistoned his cock into her backside. She was tight and hot and neater of them would be able to hold out for long.

Becca yelped out her passion punctuating every hard thrust pushing back taking him as deeply as she could. “Harder...deeper... faster... Cum in meee...cum in meee... Oh Gawds, Cumming again!”
Becca cried as she felt the last of her resistance fail and the all consuming brilliance  consume her reality.

Greg growled out his own animalistic release as he pumped the last of his seed into her ass flooding her colon with his cream as they both collapsed  totally spent into each others arms. Resting before reviving with a warm shower.
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Cuddling together on the bed, Becca's fingers lazily caressing Greg's gray chestfur she sighed “Thank you for that, I really wasn't expecting it to go that far this soon. But I am really grateful you were up for it.” she said “ I've never done a opossum before, I'm usually NOT that forward,  I tend to be much more passive  in my encounters but there was....something about that session that made me throw caution to the wind and push myself beyond my limits...Thank you.”

“That was far more, excitement, than I was expecting, but when you started sucking on me I figured you would take the lead and I would give you whatever you wanted. I am glad you can trust me enough to be that open, I am probably much older than you were expecting,  but it seemed to have worked out for both of us. And, while this is an NSA hookup, I'd like it to be more than just a one time thing, if you are feeling okay about seeing an older guy, we seem to have chemistry...and compatibility where our own unique kinks are concerned.” Greg said padding her plush tush making Becca grin.

“Yeah... we really do. And I never thought I would have this much of a connection with an older guy, but fuck if we don't mesh really well... what did you mean by 'no fences' in your ad?”

“Ah, no fences around your mind, means having no 'taboo subjects.' you are free to explore anything and everything with an open mind and loving heart, it's all about what I like to call unconditional love.

“ooh, tell me more, this is fascinating.” Becca said propping herself up on one elbow.

“okay, take for example, our mutual interest in watersports. For  most folks that is a taboo subject, not to be thought of, discussed or heaven forbid, explored.  But I say, why not? It is a part of who we are and if it makes you and your partner, or partners feel good, who is it harming? We are all consenting adults here, no one is being forced into it. If you don't like it, than you can't have any. Is a way I like to look at it. We all should be free to love as we choose without limits or restriction jealousy or manipulative game playing that stems from insecurity and fear. For people are NOT possessions and that is the core of what unconditional love is all about... pretty radical a concept, huh?” Greg asked reaching out to lightly caress Becca's right breast the roo's nipple stiffining under his touch.

She sighed enjoying the caress looking pensive this was much deeper a subject than most of her post session conversations, they usually revolved around pizza and beer.  This was a whole new way of looking at the world and Becca really liked it, alot. 

“Yeah, but I like it, I get so tired of the bullshit games everyone seems to be playing when it comes to hooking up, and don't get me started on the bar scene, I'll pass...” Becca groused. “So tell me, oh wise master, what do you do when you are not totally servicing poor lonely roo girls into satiated puddles of total sexual satisfaction?”she said gazing at the 'possom with honest admiration.

“Ya probably won't believe it, but I'm a prospector. There is plenty of gold left in the mountains  and streams, ya just godda know where to look for it. I work a couple claims up in the cascades. Just got back from a recent prospecting trip and placed the ad  for a bit of companionship. Never thought a lovely Roo gal such as yourself would hop into my bunk.” Greg chuckled. Becca blinked.

“You mean like old time prospector?  With a pick and a shovel and gold pans?” she asked with an excited grin.

“Just so.”

“...and a mule?”

“Nope, traded her in for a 4x4 Jeep... actually, I never had a mule. You like camping, Becca?”

“Sure, I consider myself the outdoorsy type camping, backpacking, day hikes that sorta stuff... boffing in the great outdoors is a lotta fun. Why, got something in mind?” 

“indeed... was wondering if you might like to tag along on my next prospecting trip, depending on your work or class scheduled that is. Here. Let me show you a bit of what I brought back... If you are interested, that is?” he asked with a sly look as he rolled outta bed.  Seeing her eager expression  he could pretty well guess.

“What? Really? Sure! I've never seen real gold before. I work a few temp jobs from time to time just finished a six month contract  and  not in school, so my time is my own” Becca churped excitedly. Padding after  the  somewhat shaggy looking possum.

“Well okay then, but I warn ya, Prospecting will expose you to a rather unfortunate condition, ya may have herd of it... Gold Fever!” he chuckled at the puzzled look on the Roos' muzzle.

“Really?” Becca asked hands on her hips looking a bit incredulous.

“Oh yeah it's real alright it can override your common sence and create a single minded hunger that can drive you mad... or just keep you plugging away for the rest of your life. I should know, i've had it for nigh on thirty years...” he said with a spry wink. Taking her into his shop in the garage.

Becca saw lots of five gallon buckets,  racks of unknown equipment something looking like an indoor waterfall suspended between two blue storage tubs , he picked up a green plastic pan that looked to Becca like an oddly shaped pie pan.

“This is a gold pan, a finishing pan actually.” he said handing it to her this is the main tool of the prospector.  That thing between the tubs is my recirculating sluicebox, I have a larger one I take with me and set in a stream, those buckets have my samples  from my most recent prospecting trip, I process them in here, but lets give you a first hand demonstration, shall we? And then i'll teach you how ta pan for gold. Sound like fun?” he asked with a toothy grin.

“ Um, sure!  I love hands on stuff!”  Becca said stepping up to a large blue bin ¾ full of brown water.

“Greg picked up a three gallon bucket  of what looked like black dirt set it on the  low table the  blue tub sat on

“This is a bucket of  cons, or concentrates that comes out of the sluicebox over there these contain all the heavies from the sample material and since gold is one of the heaviest things in there this is where we will find it.” Greg said  picking up another green pan this one having a set of deep ridges set in the side, he dug out two large scoops of the cons  into the pan and dunked it into the brown water.

“Okay, the trick to panning is fluidizing the material by shaking it back and forth with water it makes like quicksand allowing the gold to drop to the bottom..” he said as he holds the pan in both hands  and deftly liquidized the contense “ then you tilt the pan and allowing most of the water to flow out taking the top layer with it  over the riffles in the pan here. Then you fluidize it once more with a back and forth motion to get the gold to settle in the front of the pan here.” he indicated the area just below the riffles.

“it's just a matter of side to side, back and forth and stripping off the layers tel you reach the gold.”

he soon had the pan down to less than a half cup “that's about right, now... have a look at this.” The possum grinned as he tilted the pan back and slowly washed away the black sand to reveal three or four small nuggets and 60 or 70 flakes of bright shiny GOLD!

Lookie there, a couple of pickers and some good color in the pan.” he said handing her the pan for inspection her reaction was delightful

“Oh my GOD! Is that Real GOLD?” Bacca squawked.

“Yup Pure Placer gold. Pretty stuff, ain't it?”  Greg said in a drawling deadpan.

“You wanna try your hand at it little lady?” he grinned seeing the first sign of Gold fever take hold.

“Really? Oh hell yeah!” Becca said excitedly returning to the panning  bin.

“okay, now, what I want you to do is pan it into this smaller pan we will call it a safety pan that way you won't lose any fine gold. Now do as I show you and let's see what pans out for you, okay?” Greg said with a knowing grin.
Taking three scoops of concentrate  into her pan Greg showed Becca just how easy panning for gold truly was
“ that's it, back and forth side to side  you want to get all the gold to sink to the bottom... slow down,  you don't want to wash any gold out of the pan, that's it.”

 within ten minutes Becca was rewarded with bright shinny Gold sparkling in her pan!

“Oh My God! Wa-hoo!” she cried excitedly as the prospecting possum showed her how to gently wash away the black sand leaving only shiny gold behind.

“Let's see what we have here.” he said taking the pan and quickly separating the flakes and small nuggets  setting them in a small metal dish he set on a hotplate to dry before weighing it out

“looks like just a hair under three pennyweights, not bad... let's see that would be  just about; a hundred and eighty dollars...” he said Smiling pouring it into a small glass vial, capping it and handing it to the stunned Roo. “A little souvenir for ya. You panned it, thought you might like ta keep it, whadda ya say?”

Oh-my-god! Thank you!!!!” she hugged him tightly. Then holding it up almost mesmerized by the allure of pure Gold.

“Now, describe how you are feeling right now?” Greg asked placing a hand on her shoulder, she was almost vibrating with excitement.

“I...I just found Gold! Real GOLD! And it was soo easy! and I want to go out find some more! It's soo pretty!”

 Greg placed a hand on Becca's forehead. “Yup,” he nodded sagely.

“Yup, what?” the Roo asked feeling her own forehead.

“Looks like you just got yourself a case of Gold Fever.”

“But it's Sooo exciting!” 

“Yup, but it can be hard work, that came out of about a cubic yard of dirt dug out of the ground with a pick and shovel, classified down and run through a sluice, that allows you to process more raw material than just panning. Cleaning out your sluice gives you your cons, and then you just need to pan them out. That's the fun part. Still interested in doing some prospecting Becca?” Greg asked

“I'm not afraid of a bit of hard work, I just finished  six months at a warehouse  lugging heavy wooden crates around  couldn't be any harder than swinging a pick and shovel.” The roo said folding her arms across her chest.

“Nope, it's moving the boulders that gets  you.”  Greg Chuckled.

“...Boulders?” Becca asked.

“yup, move them outta the way with a pry bar and come-along, takes time but it's doable. It can be a enjoyable, you probably won't hit the motherload, but every prospector dreams of it,  my experience is it is  fun and rewarding, you can make a decent living, if you work at it. The gold is out there, just waiting for someone to dig it up. I don't use mechanized equipment, dozers. earth-movers, wash plants, none of that, all too noisy.  just hand tools and gumption. Reading the lay of the land and poking around likely places tel I find something worth  putting time into. Been doing this since I was fourteen, makes a decent livelihood but it can be lonely, which brings me to you...”

Becca pauses thinking on his sage advice.
“...Yeah, ya know, I'd like to try it. If you are willing to teach me, I am more than willing to put the time in to learn, I've been told that I am very teachable, and I like to think I can help with the companionship part as well, if you wouldn't mind partnering up with me?'

“I'm sure we can come to some amicable arrangement.” the older Opossum said drawing Becca the Roo into a hug.
= To Be Continued =