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Lust in the Jungle Ch. 02

This two-chapter story is a departure from my usual genre in an attempt to stretch myself. Yes, it stretches reality, and No, it's not exactly 'interracial Love.' It's more 'Interracial Lust.' I hope you enjoy ... and thanks to Sally Tart for her inspiration.

Michelle felt a shiver pass through her as she thought back to her afternoon encounter with Jameraka. She could still feel the black guide's thick cock in her mouth. The salty aftertaste of his cum lingered and she found herself licking her lips again.

She had never cheated in any relationship before, and yet if she had a regret it was that he hadn't fucked her.

How bad was that?

Her throat tightened and she fought back the knot.

She had fucked Josef as soon as she had returned to her hut. He'd still been peeved that she'd gone to the river with Jameraka, although he had no idea of what had happened there. How could he? Before he could start to question her, she had pushed him flat on the makeshift bed and had him inside her almost before he could react.

She'd been like a wild woman, driven on by the need burning inside her body. But it hadn't been her husband she'd thought about as they'd fucked. It had been that hard, muscular black body. It was difficult to keep her mind off Jameraka and his humongous black cock.

What was wrong with her?

She'd taken Josef again, half an hour later, once he'd recovered. And yet she had still needed more.

She had hurried back down to the river to bathe again in readiness the feast that the Chief was providing tonight. But in reality she had been hoping to find Jameraka there again. Disappointingly, he hadn't been there and she'd had to masturbate under the waterfall.

Perhaps it was just as well that she hadn't found him. She would have given herself completely to him this time.

Yet ... his words still troubled her. You belong to the tribe now. What did that mean?

She and Josef would be leaving as soon as the roads were passable, perhaps even tomorrow. What had happened on the safari would only be memories when they returned home... sexy memories, perhaps, but memories all the same.

Her mind had gone into overdrive as she'd thought back over their short time in the village and she'd begun to masturbate again as the recollections grew ever more vivid.

Her sexual fantasies had been awakened when she'd found Jameraka openly masturbating in front of her while she was fucking Josef in their hut. Then there had been the transfixed way she had openly soaped her tits infront of the men of the tribe while bathing. Next had been the Chief's insistence that they dress the same as all the tribe members. Despite her initial reluctance, she had soon discovered that cavorting topless around the village while the tribesmen watched her was immensely stimulating

And then she had given Jameraka a blow job in the river...

The heat inside her body grew even further. Her breath quickened. Gawd, she so needed to be fucked! She'd hurried back to the hut, ready to pounce on Mark again, when Jameraka had called for them.

It was time for the feast.

She'd sent him an embarrassed glance when they'd left the hut and when he returned her gaze she'd felt her nipples instantly harden. The knowing look he gave her—the look one lover gave another—made her pussy tingle.

But they weren't lovers. Not quite. Not yet.

The silence was deafening as Jameraka escorted them across the village. The darkness that was closing in made the small fires spread around them look even more spectacular.

Michelle found it difficult to place one foot in front of the other. The sexual tension inside her body was tearing her apart. It was as if, by crossing the line with the black guide, a need had been awoken in her that would remain until it was fully satisfied.

It was a dangerous need.

Was that why she had deliberately gone without her thong, she asked herself. She had almost—but not quite—convinced herself the sole reason was that it was such a warm night. Whatever the truth, her state of semi-nakedness felt exhilarating. Her nipples were hard, her sex was moist, and she was ready for any eventuality.

It took a couple of minutes to reach the large space outside the Chief's hut. A small table had been erected in the middle of the space and there were perhaps a dozen seats in total. Those on either end were already occupied, as was the seat in the centre of the table.

The old Chief sat there patiently, as if he was waiting for them. His hair fell down onto his shoulders rather than the usual pony tail and his nose ring looked bigger than ever.

Jameraka murmured to them that Josef would sit on the Chief's right and Michelle would take the position on his immediate left and then whispered one final instruction to them.

"You must do exactly as Jameraka guides you tonight."

His firm tone brooked no discussion.

Michelle took her place on the left of the Chief, as instructed, and nervously watched as Josef positioned himself on the right. She waited for Jameraka's instruction to sit down. He had already told them that the feast was in their honour. The last thing she wanted to do was for either of them to fuck things up by making the wrong move at the wrong time.

Kara, the dark haired young girl they'd met yesterday suddenly appeared. Josef's eyes nearly popped out as his gaze was drawn to her stunning breasts. Who could blame him? They even made Michelle's mouth water.

Jameraka had told them she had been chosen to 'serve' the Chief when she had reached the age of eighteen. An image of the girl fucking the Chief appeared in Michelle's mind and she shivered in distaste. How could someone so young and beautiful fuck someone with such a repulsive pot belly?

The thought disappeared as quickly as it had arrived when Jameraka signalled with a single nod of his head that they should all take their seats.

The Chief nodded at Michelle and Josef in turn and then clapped his hands. When he had silence, he rose to his feet and began to address the table in his native tongue.

Jameraka leant into Michelle as he began to translate.

"The Chief welcomes you both and offers his gratitude to you for observing the tribe's customs."

She glanced at him, listening to the words but becoming more preoccupied with his closeness. Her eyes flickered to his loin cloth and what lay beneath. If she wasn't mistaken, he was aroused, too.

She sent a guilty glance towards her husband but he was too preoccupied with Kara's tits to pay too much attention to her, or the speech. And it seemed his interest was welcomed by the dark-haired beauty. If Michelle wasn't mistaken, she was batting her young eyelashes at him.

"He says that you have been sent to us by the Gods," Jameraka went on, drawing her attention back to the Chief. "He believes you will bring great fortune to the village."

"Why would Josef and I bring—"

Jameraka instantly cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"Not your man," he told her. "He means nothing to the Chief or the tribe. You are the favoured one."

He raised his coconut shell and drank the contents in one long gulp.

"To Missy," he told her, nodding at her drink.

Michelle hesitantly followed his lead, draining the contents in three short gulps. Instantly, Jameraka refilled the shell from the large stone pitcher beside them.

The Chief pointed at her now, raising his voice a little to make whatever point he was making, and then sat down. The speech, such as it was, was at an end.

"He says that tonight he will bless you," Jameraka went on, and then explained. "It is the traditional way of welcoming a new woman into the tribe."

Michelle stared at him, wide-eyed. Into the tribe? What did he mean, Into the tribe?

"I don't understand," she whispered. "I'm only here for another day or so."

Jameraka smiled at her but said nothing.

"What do you mean, bless me?" she tried again.

"Tell me this," he asked, "You and Jameraka at the river. You like Jameraka's va-va?"

She felt herself instantly colour and took another long drink. Jameraka instantly refilled the shell.

"Va-va?" she managed to ask, playing dumb. She already knew the answer.

In response, he took her hand in his and pulled it below the table. She could feel the outline of his long thickness underneath the material as he rested it on his loin cloth. A surge of heat invaded her body.

"Va-va," he emphasised. "Missy like va-va."

To emphasise the point, he pulled her hand beneath his loin cloth. His monster was hard and warm under her gripping fingers and she could feel him growing in her palm. She glanced around to make sure that no-one else could see but everyone seemed preoccupied. When he removed his hand, she kept hers in place, gripping him more tightly. It was throbbing under her stroking fingers.

Yes, she liked va-va. She loved va-va.

Had they been alone, she would have dipped her head and taken his thickness into her mouth again. With a wary glance at Josef, she promised herself that she'd get Jameraka alone after the meal. That pleasure would be all hers then...

The sudden sound of drums made her jump and she pulled her hand away in fear of being discovered. She needn't have worried. It was the signal for half a dozen young women and men to bring plates of food to the table. It appeared to be rice on each plate but she didn't dare ask.

Once they were all served, the three men and three women nodded to the Chief and then began to dance in front of the table to the beat of the music. This wasn't any ordinary dance. It was more like a mating ceremony, Michelle thought.

The women's breasts bounced as they gyrated to the beat and she could clearly see the men's dicks swinging back and forward under their loin cloths. She glanced at Jameraka and he smiled knowingly at her.

"Eat," he reassuringly told her. "Drink. Enjoy the dancing. Everything is arranged in your honour tonight, Missy..."

An hour into the evening and Michelle's body was palpitating with need. Arousal was seeping through her veins.

The dancing had become more sexual as the beat of the drums had increased. Loincloths had soon disappeared and the dancers had entwined so closely together that they might as well have been fucking. That was probably what they had done as soon as their performance had finished. All of the men were sporting erections when they eventually left the scene and the women's perspiration covered bodies were alive with need.

Lucky bastards...

She glanced at Jameraka again and wondered if she dare reach under the table for his cock again. Dammit, she'd had far too much of that kekpa to drink and it just seemed to make her hornier. Before she returned to her hut with Josef, she would find an opportunity to be alone with him again.

The thought of taking that humungous black dick in her mouth again was mouth watering. How many more chances would she have before leaving the village? And she'd make it up to Josef by fucking his brains out all night.

She glanced at her husband across the table. His hands were continually touching Kara's young body as he chatted to her with all the enthusiasm of a drunk on the pull. He was so far gone he'd forgotten she couldn't speak a word of English. That was so typical of him. He never could hold his alcohol.

She was just hoping that he wasn't going to make a fool of himself when he suddenly keeled over and fell from his seat.

She half rose to attend to him, but Jameraka tugged her back into her seat and quickly made his way across to him. Their black guide checked his pulse, exchanged a couple of words with Kara, and then turned and spoke to the Chief.

"Your husband has passed out," he told Michelle as he returned to her. "He has drunk too much and needs sleep. I will carry him back to your hut."

"I'll come with you," she quickly told him.

This could be exactly the opportunity she was looking for. With Josef passed out, she and Jameraka could—

"No," he harshly interrupted her. "To leave without the Chief's blessing would be an insult."

He waved across to Kara, who came hurrying over to them.

"Kara will help prepare you," he explained. "Then she will return you to your hut. Do you understand?"

Michelle bit back her response. Jameraka's dark eyes were glaring at her and his tone left no room for argument. Reluctantly, she nodded. If the blessing, whatever it was, was over with quickly then she still had the chance to see Jameraka afterwards.

She watched as Jameraka strode across to Josef and threw him over his shoulder as easily as if he had been a bag of feathers. When he headed in the direction of Michelle's hut, Kara took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

Until that moment, she hadn't realised just how much her own drink had affected her. Her head felt woozy and her legs were weak. Kara snaked an arm around her waist to steady her as the she guided them to the Chief's hut.

It didn't even occur to Michelle to ask what she was doing there. Her head was so fuzzy that just sitting down was a relief. The hut was bigger than hers, with a much larger bed, a couple of makeshift chairs, and a few coconut cups and two stone jugs on top of the small wooden table in the corner.

Kara stood in front of her for a moment, watching her closely. Up close, she was even more attractive. She was built like a tigress, with a tight, fit body and breasts that Michelle would die for. She found herself staring at the girl's firm ass as she turned away and poured some drink from one of the jugs into a shell.

Bringing it back to the bed, she knelt infront of Michelle.

"Kekpa," she said.

Her voice was warm and soft. It was the first time that Michelle had heard her speak.

She was just about to explain that she couldn't face any more drink when Kara surprised her by dipping two fingers into the shell. Without warning, she reached out and began to smear the liquid across Michelle's right nipple and then her left.

Michelle closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip to contain herself. The touch was intimate, but she was rapidly learning that what seemed strange to her was perfectly normal in the village. Besides, if she objected, it could be seen as an insult to the Chief. Not that she wanted to object.

Her nipples had already begun to tingle and were crying out for more obvious attention. If Kara had leaned closer and begun to suck on them, she wouldn't have pulled away...

The young woman used the same two fingers to dip into the kekpa again but this time when she withdrew them from the shell, she slid them between Michelle's spread-eagled thighs.

Michelle gasped.

It was as if a thousand volts of electricity were being pumped through her. As Kara began to coat her labial lips, she fell back helplessly onto her elbows as felt a powerful wave of pleasure consume her. In the furthest part of her mind she was aware that the situation had quickly developed beyond the bounds of acceptability, but the instantaneous orgasm bubbling inside her wasn't going to be denied.

When the girl's pleasuring fingers found her clitoris there was no holding back.

Her climax spread through her body like a wildfire in a forest and she realised that the screams of pleasure in her ears where her own. The first orgasm turned into a second, and the whole of her body was shuddering.

It was only when she eventually began to recover, and clarity started to return, that she realised they were no longer alone.

The pot-bellied Chief stood in the doorway, watching the two women with a satisfied smirk as Michelle climaxed in front of him.

The shock was every bit as much as the time she'd discovered Jameraka watching her while she was fucking Josef. An upsurge of embarrassment covered her body and she glanced around in a vain attempt to find something to cover herself.

Kara smiled at her reassuringly as she rose to her feet. She deferentially approached the old Chief and unfastened the clasp that held his loincloth in place.

When it dropped to the ground, Michelle felt her body react. This man was old, unattractive, and had no virtues to recommend him other than being Chief of the tribe. Except for his cock...

It was every bit as big as Jameraka's.

Kara reached for the shell and poured some of the kekpa she had used on Michelle over his manhood. When she began to rub it in with both hands, it rose majestically like a giant tower. Michelle's breath caught in her throat. Despite all his other unattractive physical attributes, his cock was magnificent.

It was at that moment that realisation suddenly dawned. It took a moment for her to process the thought in her mind but once she had, it became clearer. This was what Jameraka had meant by the Chief blessing her.

He was going to fuck her...

She couldn't let him, of course, but even as she began to shake her head, there was no denying the sexual heat that was unexpectedly emanating from between her thighs.

The Chief strutted across the hut towards her, his glistening manhood bouncing infront of him underneath that huge stomach. When he reached the bed, he simply grabbed her ankles and pulled her so that she fell backwards.

It was apparent that he didn't believe in foreplay. Not that it mattered. Michelle was so wet she was practically dripping.

She should have resisted. She should have called out for Josef, not that it would have done her any good in the state he was in. But at least it would have been some attempt to salvage her self-respect. She should have attempted to push the Chief away as he mounted her. But not only did she make no effort to resist, she found herself raising her hips to provide a better angle as he pushed that huge black dick against her opening.

Her hands found his hips and pulled him to her. Despite his size, his monster slid inside her with an amazing ease.

Her rational brain, what was left of it, attempted to return her to reality but every logical thought was swept away by the needs of her body. Her pussy was on fire and she needed his huge black cock—any black cock—to help put out the flames.

She hooked her legs around his plump black body. When she dug the soles of her feet into the top of his ass, it forced the old Chief's rock hard cock even more deeply inside her.

He hadn't even started to fuck her, and yet it was her hips that were already rising and falling. She was growling out her need as she thrust upwards, fucking him, while the wily old Chief simply held himself in position, staring down into her eyes, letting her use his cock as her masturbatory tool.

She came twice—screaming out her orgasms—before he started to move inside her. The friction was unbelievable. It felt as if he was going to split her apart.

He took her slowly at first, letting her get used to his size and girth, and when she adjusted it was hear her voice she could hear, begging him to fuck her faster. When he obliged, she found herself screaming again. He might be old and ridiculous looking, with that pot-belly, nose-ring and pony tail, but was hitting places deep inside her that Josef never touched.

He had the stamina of an ox, too. How long had he been fucking her? She was whimpering with every deep thrust. She'd cum again—how many times?—before the Chief eventually succumbed to the inevitable and reached his climax.

When he came, the feeling of his seed spurting inside her caused another orgasm to run through her body. Thank God she couldn't have children.

His cock left her and when she lay back exhausted, there was an awful feeling of emptiness inside her pussy.

Someone was feeding her a drink, more kekpa, and as she forced her narrowed eyes open she realised it was Kara. Her eyes widened at the thought that the younger woman had remained in the hut to watch her being fucked.

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A shy young man finds wild passion from a lonely guardian.

The rest of the day we were too busy in our insurance office for any hanky-panky, as a stream of visitors kept us apart.

The last visitor of the day was the Mayor's wife, of all people. This stuffy pillar of the community asked to use our rest room, and Jasma strolled over to me with a sexy sway as we heard the door lock.

"You must be ready to explode." Jasma whispered, as she knelt down between my thighs.

I motioned to the bathroom door in alarm, but Jasma raised her finger to her lips to silence me.

With a lustful gleam in her eye, Jasma pulled my aching cock out of my slacks and lowered her hot, wet mouth over the head. I noticed her red lipstick leaving pucker points on my crown as she smacked lightly on the tip as she began to talk in a whisper again.

"My sister wants to meet you." she began with a slurp. My prick stiffened even more as I tried to guide it into her mouth.

Jasma licked away from my poking so she could keep talking. I heard the mayor's wife using her cell phone in the bathroom now.

"My sister came home from college because she got in trouble with a boy." Jasma breathed around my purple head." In fact, she had her baby right after I did."

Jasma looked quickly at the bathroom door, then pulled up her shirt. Her chocolate fat tits were puckered and swollen, and milk dribbled down her stomach from her puffy tips.

"You see, Jaycee needs someone to relieve her tit-milk, too." At this, Jasma squirted her nipple directly onto my cock. Milk splashed over the head as she quickly deep throated the wet painting she created.

"Ughh!" I bit my finger to silence myself as I immediately climaxed into her sucking brown face.

Thick jets of salty choad rocketed down her soulful gullet as we heard the toilet flush.

Scrambling to collect ourselves, we barely had time to get behind our respective desks as the mayor's wife emerged from the bathroom.

*Sniff* *Sniff* She wiggled her nose at the intrusion into the room of the odor of semen and sour milk.

"Can I help you with anything else?" I offered, but she turned on her heels and left in a huff.

Jasma put the closed sign on the door and walked over to my desk. She pulled her milk-soaked black shell over her head and cradled my grateful mouth to her tits.

"Uhh-come over tonight-to our bedroom window---and I'll show you my sister." she panted while holding my face.

"You-you can drink her black milk too!" Jasma rasped. She stuck her hand down her pants and clawed at her furry wet hole.

I reached around and unzipped Jasma's ski pants down the side. I pulled them down between her knees and buried my mouth in her soaked teen-aged furnace of a cunt.

"Shit--lick my button--my sister is tiny like me--you'll like her-- her tits are fat and swollen too!" Jasma gasped as she ground her puss all over my aching jaw.

Jasma licked at her own spurting nipples as I stuck my tongue deep inside her forbidden lips.

"I'm cumming in your fucking mouth!" Jasma babbled obscenely, and I nearly choked on the discharge as she mewled above me.

That night, I parked down the street from Jasma's house. It was a small ranch, and her bedroom window was at a height where I was eye level with the window sill. I crept around the premises, praying I wouldn't wake my best friend Joe, and I had no idea what I would say to him if he caught me with his daughters.

Jasma's room was darkened, but the window was wide open, and I saw the curtain ruffle in the warm night breeze.

"Jasma?" I whispered, my heart in my throat.

"Rick. Come closer." Jasma whispered back.

I heard a click, and then a faint green nightlight came on. In the shadows, I saw two small figures, neither one five feet tall. Jasma and Jaycee.

Both girls were wearing completely transparent nighties with nothing on underneath. I gasped in admiration at the sight of young brown breasts swaying toward the window in the semi-darkness.

"Rick- this is my sister Jaycee.

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Teasing GranPa Ch. 03

byWyden Long©

For proof of age, read Chapter 1

Frank's relationship with his granddaughter, Kimmie, had now blossomed to the point where they could play off each other in public as well as private.

"I'm taking my granddaddy upstairs to fuck his brains out", Kimmie announced to the dignified businessman sharing an elevator with them.

As the startled man watched in disbelief bordering on insanity, Kimmie traced the outline of Frank's suddenly rampant prick to illustrate to their traveling companion that she knew exactly where it was.

"He loves it when I play with his prick, but he has Alzheimer's and doesn't know what I'm doing, do you, Gramps?"

Frank faked a drool. He had no idea how an Alzheimer's patient looked, but he counted on the other guy's ignorance to accept his depiction.

"Listen to him grunt when I show him my titties." She slipped her peasant blouse down until her firm beauties popped out the top, pointing toward heaven, which as far as the businessman was concerned, was no further away than her nipples.

Frank's groan wasn't faked. Neither was their buddy's.

"Does your granddaughter suck you off, Mister?"

"Uh, n-no, she doesn't."

"Why? Doesn't she love you?"

"Of course she loves me, I'm her grandfather, but she doesn't do that."

"Wouldn't you like it if she did?" Kimmie was licking her lips and playing with Frank's zipper with one hand. The other was rolling her nipples between her fingers. Her eyes were locked onto their companion, daring him to look away at what he really wanted to see.

"Sure, uh, NO, of course not! What kind of person do you think I am? Certainly not! Such a suggestion is unthinkable."

"Well, my gramps really digs it. Don't you, lover?"

Frank dug deeper into his repertoire of fake expressions and came up with a big, goofy grin.

"See? See how much he digs it? If you think he likes that, wait till you see this!" Kimmie whipped Frank's zipper down and reached inside, but she had timed it just as the elevator reached the floor the man had punched. As the doors opened, she stood quickly and flipped her blouse back over her nipples, leaving the businessman to exit into a crowd of his fellow conventioneers, sporting a raging hardon and a huge wet spot on his trouser leg.

They grinned at each other and punched all the numbers, leaving the poor turd to work it out.

"Think his granddaughter is in trouble now?", she said.

"I just hope she's not underage", he replied as Kimmie unzipped him for real and licked all the precum off his dick before it got all over his pants like the other guy's.

"That was fun, Gramps. What can we do now?"

"What time is your mom's plane due in?"

"Around four. We have time for another scene or two. Got any ideas?"

"Give me a second. Wait! I know. Let's go to a movie."

"We don't have time for a movie."

"I don't intend to stay for the whole movie. Do you still have that vibrating egg in your purse? The one with the remote control?"

"Yeah. What's the plan?"

"Come with me and pick up on my tune. It's in the key of fuck-sharp."

"Some day I'm going to leave you, old man."

"By the time you're tired of me, I'll be in my casket while they try to get the lid closed."

"We must be in Iowa. There's way too much fucking corn here." =========================

"This movie will do. It's R-rated and starts off with some pretty sexy scenes. Two for the balcony, please. This is my granddaughter. I will vouch that she is over 17."

"Where should we sit?"

"Sit where everybody can get a good look at you."

"Ok. Oooh, I'm all tingly. What should I do first?"

"Wait till the girl in the movie starts to take off her clothes, then wiggle around a lot while you get out of your panties and hand them to me without trying to be too shy."

"Shy? What is that word?"

"Work at it. See if anybody is watching while I sniff them. My, our friend in the elevator wasn't the only one excited by that little scene of yours, was he?"

"Shut up and suck before all my juices dry up. Now what?"

"Put your knees on the seat-back in front of you and insert the egg. Take your time. Make sure you have enough spit on it to slide in easily. Wouldn't want to damage your tender tissues, would we?"

"Oh, Gramps. You must really love me a lot to worry so much about me."

"More than you can imagine, love. That's the way. We're getting a nice little audience now. Just keep watching the movie and time your reactions to it."

Frank gave her a few minutes to get her gig going. When she was beginning to groove on the role, he hit the fast forward button on the egg.

"Holy shit! Gramps! You nearly blew my mind."

"Your mind? I don't think anyone in the balcony is watching the movie any more. Pull your skirt up, lean back and wet your fingers. See if you can tell when the next buzz is coming."

"I don't know about Buzz, but I'm cumming already. You got me with the first one."

BUZZZ!! BUZZ!!!! BuzzzzzzzzzYY!

"Damn, that thing is loud in here. It's a good thing we aren't trying real hard to be discrete."

"Well, you may not be, but I certainly am." He nudged her to look at his prick which he was holding alongside his leg while he very discretely squeezed it.

Kimmie was bouncing all over her seat, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth gaping, finger on her clit, sliding down slowly, cumming back up, massaging clit in circles, wetness flowed, rubbing harder, rubbing harder, rubbing harder, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! (Thanks for the line, Stix).

Nobody in the balcony was making any effort to cover up what they were doing now. This wasn't some sleazy two-bit porn theater, it was a respectable mall complex, filled with salesmen and housewives. Oh, come to think of it_..

Kimmie slid to her knees in front of Frank and swallowed his sword in one smooth slide. She was getting very good at it now. She knew just exactly when to open her throat muscles and how much suction to apply when she started humming. She even knew his favorite tune. "He'll be Cumming Round the Mountain". It was over very quickly. Frank had been ready to go since the elevator trip and had held his load back only by pinching the tube while Kimmie was blasting off.

Her suction kept everything nice and neat so they were able to exit the theater looking totally respectable while their fellows were still struggling to get everything put away.

On the way out, Kimmie whispered to the manager. "Sir, I don't want to complain but that man in the checkered sport coat was playing with himself. That's why we are leaving early. He's sitting right down there. See his arm moving?"

They ran out giggling to each other as the manager ran down to deal with the klutzy salesman who hadn't put his equipment up soon enough.

"Here, Gramps. You drive. I want to moon somebody."

Kimmie mooned damn near everybody on the quick trip to the airport.

"Shit, Gramps. I almost forgot that my butterfly was still in. Should I take it out?"

"No, leave it in. I read a story about that on Literotica once that was pretty good. When security pulls you out of the line, I'll go ahead to meet your mom. We'll pick you up on the way back." (See "Ben Wa's Won't Pass Security")

"Ok, but leave it on low this time. I don't think I could do another full-blown one so soon after the movie."

"Like that?"

"That's great."

"Oh shit, is that me?

"Please step over here, Miss, and hold your arms out."

"But I don't have any metal on me. I don't hardly have anything on me. See?" Kimmie whipped the bottom of her blouse up over her tits and back down just quick enough to flash everybody in the security line. There were many appreciative smiles, but not from the security person.

"Miss, I'm afraid I must ask you to cooperate and stop treating this serious matter as a game. We are all professionals here and are not affected by your actions. However, we have the authority to arrest you if you do not follow our instructions in a serious manner."

"Ok, ok. Just trying to help."

Frank gave her a grin and walked on past as the security attendant tried to understand what that buzzing sound was and why her metal detecting wand was going off over Kimmie's crotch. By this time, she was becoming very suspicious that Kimmie was smuggling a gun or a knife between her thighs and took her into an examination room.

"Dad, Dad! Over here." Alice saw him first and was waving as she ran toward Frank. "Where's Kimmie?"

"Oh, just a little mixup at the security check point. We can pick her up on the way out."

"Well, how is everybody? Is she spending too much time at your house? Is she making a nuisance of herself? She said you bought her a car. You never bought me one."

"What kind would you like? Are you willing to do what Kimmie did for hers?"

"What Kimmie did? What did she do? Are you telling me_.?" Alice ran out of steam as Frank stood, quietly grinning.

"Oh, not much. She just agreed to be my sex slave for the rest of the time she is in college."

"Oh. Oh, I get it. Boy! You really had me going there for a minute. Ok. What was the real reason?"

"The absolutely real, true, honest reason I bought her the car is because she is my granddaughter, she wanted it and I love her. Isn't that enough?"

Alice seemed a bit embarrassed by the reasonableness of his answer after she had imagined all sorts of deviant sexual things going on between them. Granted, her father's extreme sexuality had never been a secret to her. She remembered trying to sleep many nights while the headboard on the other side of the wall from hers banged against that wall_again and again, over and over and over again until she was afraid that her finger would fall off before he was finished pounding her mom. They must have had a great sex life. She could still hear her mom's screams in her mind.

"Oh, Frank! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Ram that big fat dick all the way up my cunt. Tickle my tonsils with it. Slam your balls against my ass. Ooh, I'm cumming again. Bite my nipples! That's it! That's it! Cum all over me. Oh how I love your cum. Let me clean you up so we can go to sleep. Oh, you taste so good."

Alice had laid there every night for years, trying to imagine what they were actually doing. She could only imagine it because she had never seen anyone, even in movies doing anything that sounded remotely like the activity going on in her parent's bedroom. It wasn't until she was married that she began to have a true appreciation for what her parents had shared and she envied them so much. She and her husband had sex on a regular basis, but never the wild, loud, uninhibited fuck me, fuck me, fuck me kind of sex she had grown up listening to.

Eventually her need to experience this part of life had led her to experiment with a coworker. Some people are able to conceal affairs for years. Alice's husband caught her after the very first time. He came home early for the first time since they were married and arrived just after she had returned from her tryst. She was on the toilet, wiping her lover's cum from her wet pussy when she looked up to see Jim standing there watching. He never said a word_just turned and walked away. He sent for some of his suits and had the divorce papers delivered to her at her office. No accusations, no hysterics_just no husband.

The succeeding few years had been taken up with getting Kimmie through school. When she left for college, there was a gaping hole in Alice's life that she had tried to fill with sex, but nothing had ever come close to the experiences that still rang in her ears. Now the person responsible for those sounds was standing next to her and had just triggered her memories of those times with his comment. For the first time, Alice realized that she hadn't merely hoped to find someone to make her feel that way. Her fantasy had always been to take her mother's place with the same man who had made her mother feel so wonderful.

She suddenly realized that her panties were soaking. Her father's arm around her waist as they walked felt so comforting and so strong that she wanted to stop right there in the airport lobby and kiss him. So she did. In her younger days, she would have immediately repressed the idea as foolish and would have worried about public reaction. Fuck public reaction! That was what she had been learning to think, lately. Why let what others might think control your life?

Alice moved in front of Frank, forcing him to stop and threw her arms around him. "You didn't kiss me hello, Daddy". She lifted her lips and closed her eyes, hoping that he would go along with her.

By the time she broke from their embrace to catch her breath, she felt as if all the buttons on her ticket had been punched. The rush of emotion she experienced as her father's tongue entered her mouth and played against her palate almost made her nipples give off a "sproing" sound as they popped out. Her hairdo was a mess, she was breathing heavily and her skirt was twisted halfway around. Now her panties were really soaking!

"Wow! For an old man, you still remember some of your tricks, don't you?"

"Old? I'll show you old. After we pick up Kimmie in security, I'll race you to the parking lot and I'll carry your bags."

Alice's mind raced with plans for seducing the old fart. If he could make her feel like that with a single kiss in public, what would he do to her in private?

Kimmie was waiting for them at security, under guard.

"Kimmie, honey! What's wrong?"

"It's ok, Mom. I was a bad girl and did not properly respect the laws and procedures of the United States Government Airport Security Service. I have been arrested. (Did I do that right, Sheilah?)"

"(You did just great, Kimmie. Thanks for letting me keep the egg.)"

"May I go now, Ms. Russell? This is my grandfather and my mother. They will vouch for me."

"You may go, but remember, security is no joke. Your little prank could have diverted attention from someone who posed a true security threat, allowing them to gain access to an aircraft. Your relatively small fine will be much easier on you than if something had happened because of your antics that led to loss of life."

"I'll remember, Ms. Russell. Good bye."

"(Give me the remote, Gramps.)"

"Are you all right, dear?" Alice was very concerned about the security woman. She had nearly doubled up and there was a faint buzzing sound."

"It-it's nothing, ma'am. Just a little cramp." Sheilah grabbed the remote out of Kimmie's hand and palmed it before anyone else could see. The buzzing noise stopped.

"Ok, old man. I don't know what's going on here, but I probably never will, so let's get on with that foot race you promised me. You said if I beat you, I get a new car, didn't you?"

"Maybe, but what if you lose?"

"How many slaves do you need?"

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The Caribbean sun, sand and sea can change the life of a girl from New York. Well, it changed mine. After what felt like forever, our flight from New York landed in the Caribbean. The last leg of the trip to the island was almost over. As we approached the landing strip from the sea, we flew over a coral reef, small boats and the pure, crystal clear blue water lapping the virgin white sand of the beach. Our small ten-seater twin-engine aircraft touched down smoothly on the tarmac. I looked at the smiling faces of my fellow passengers; they were young, beautiful, rich and eager to spend a lot of money to satisfy their pleasure lust.

Throughout the hour flight, the blond couple from the Netherlands sitting opposite me didn't care about the scenery. The man had his hand under her short dress and I could see his fingers pleasuring her clit. The two lesbians from Spain were holding hands and planting soft kisses on each other. The pale British couple showed a lot of class when they passed a champagne bottle around when we saw the island. She had her hand in his trousers pumping his very British prick. The American husband sitting in the back was moaning as his wife gave him what sounded like a very satisfying blowjob. The man sitting next to me was the handsome Thomas, a 27-year old lawyer taking a break before he starts his own practice. I liked his shyness and his lack of a spoiled rich kid's attitude.

I was getting hot with all the sex around me and I fidgeted with my long blond hair to prevent my hand from seeking my own love button. I am on this working holiday to relax after a very successful year in writing for the best travel magazine in New York. I covered American cities, hotels and business retreats. This would be my first assignment to what turned out to be a sex holiday resort and judging by my fellow passengers' attire and actions, I definitely did not pack the right clothes or the right attitude. I am here to write about how these rich people relax and enjoy themselves. But what about me?

The airport was a small building surrounded by tropical trees and undergrowth. We were quickly whisked away to a waiting bus and after a thirty-minute drive arrived at the resort. This beautiful 17th century style mansion catered for the ultra rich in every way. The foyer was tastefully decorated with artifacts from the past, with rare vases, gold trinkets, and carpets from the Middle East, satin from the Far East, cutlasses and even a ship's bell. Many claim that the sailors looted it after the earthquake that destroyed the town of Port Royal on June 7th, 1792 and brought it to this island. This was supposed to be headquarters of the legendary pirate Captain Henry Morgan.

The best decorations were the blond hunk and a sex goddess next to him behind the counter, welcoming all the guests. The girl with raven black hair and a tiny white string bikini introduced herself as Giselle and the hunk as Steve, who was wearing a skimpy Speedo. Giselle took the grinning Thomas by the hand and led him to his room while Steve escorted me to mine. The Speedo didn't hide the huge bulge and I felt a wetness between my legs and shame on my face. My body was reacting to the romantic surroundings, not to mention Steve's naked biceps in my hand.

He carried my luggage with ease up the stairs, unlocked the door and smiled when I saw the room. It was decorated like a 17th century pirate hideaway. The large poster bed dominated the room, with a Jacuzzi and bathroom to the left, a lounge and study area to the right that opened onto a terrace. Okay, maybe not the Jacuzzi. I imagined the lover of Captain Henry Morgan with her heaving bosoms in the arms of the handsome villain. I could see him ripping the flimsy blouse from her milky white breasts and plunging his hand and then his manhood in her wet love canal. The cry of a seagull brought me back from the romance novel dream. The view across the white beach towards the sea weakened my knees weak even more.

"I can force myself to live here for two weeks," I thought to myself. I wanted to tip Steve generously but he declined.

"You are our guest and we are here to serve you. Please feel free to ask whatever you want and it will be provided."

I thank him with a kiss. He pulled me closer to him and I felt his bulge getting bigger. At the door he turned around.

"One more thing, ma'am. Clothes are required only in the foyer and dining area but for the rest it's optional."

"Do you mean…?"

"Yes. You can go anywhere without your clothes."

"Naked?" Well, I didn't expect this. Don't the rich want to flaunt their wealth when they're having fun?

I quickly unpacked and returned to the foyer, still dressed in my New York business suit. Giselle was behind the counter. Her bikini bottom wasn't more than a piece of cloth that covered her mound. The string disappeared between her lovely tanned cheeks, giving the appearance from behind that she's not wearing anything. My juices dampened my panties even more. I had difficulty talking to her.

"Is there a shop where I can buy casual clothes? I came unprepared."

"The shops are closed today for a national holiday. But you don't have to wear anything."

"I'm not comfortable walking around in the nude. I still have some New York modesty left, you know," I said.

"You'll get over it," she said. "Maybe I can help you." Giselle moved into the office behind the counter, spoke to someone and came out with a large towel and a small bag,

Taking me by the hand she said: "Let me show you where you can have some privacy."

Giselle took me through the large doors leading to the pool area. The Spanish lesbians were frolicking naked in the pool. Their beautiful breasts bobbed up and down and their dark nipples pointed seductively at the mouths of their partners. The one girl had her hand between the other's legs, stimulating her. The pale British couple now stripped of their posh clothes, were looking in amazement at the two. The man sported a huge white erection while his wife had a silly grin on her face. I was shocked at the scene, but my panties were soaked with my juices. Something was happening to me that I couldn't control.

Giselle ignored them and led me further down the path to the beach. We walked over the lush green lawn were the American couple fucked and moaned like they enjoyed it. I felt my jaw drop as the woman moved on top to ride him like they're in the Kentucky Derby.

I had to remove my cheap $300 shoes when we came to the beach. Walking behind her, I had the perfect view of her long slender legs, her rolling ass cheeks and her covered sex between her legs. I wanted to jump on her, rip off the three pieces of obstruction and fuck her with everything I got. She suddenly stopped and I bumped into her. To prevent me from falling I grabbed her breasts and came close to achieve my fantasy. That was so unlike me.

"I'm sorry. I tripped."

She just laughed. Before us was a secluded small cove with soft waves touching the white sand. Giselle spread the huge towel, came up to me and started to unbutton my suit. Before I could say anything I was already reduced to my soaked white panties and lacy bra. I tried to stop her unclipping my bra but she was to quick for me. My panties were the next to go. I stood naked before this sex goddess. She laid me face down on the towel and started to apply the lotion she fished from the small bag on my back and legs. Giselle was careful not to touch my pussy till she was done with the rest of my back.

She slipped her finger between my wet lips and stimulated my clitoris. I was groaning with pleasure when she inserted two fingers into my wet cunt. All the pent-up sexual frustration of 14 months exploded in that one moment of total surrender. I gripped her fingers with my pussy muscles and then my sexual release flooded over me. I came and came and came. I forgot all about my divorce, about saying no to would-be lovers and just let it go. I couldn't stop shaking. I fell in love with this lust goddess.

Recovering from my orgasm I turned around to face this strange lover. She kneeled naked above my head facing my feet, with her shaved pussy inches from my face. She lowered herself onto my face but I stopped her for a moment. I wanted to see her sex before I devoured it. I didn't care if it was my first time with a woman in three years - I wanted her more than anything else in the world.

Beneath her clean-shaven mount a small knob stuck out like a guard at the gate of her deepest pleasure. Her lips were already puffy and wet. It was the metal ring behind her clitoris that took my breath away. I gave it a tentative flick with my tongue before I touched her sensitive sex.

My tongue slipped into her wet grove and I tasted this woman's sex for the first time. I don't know what came over me but I knew that if I didn't continue I would regret it for the rest of my life. I used my thumb and forefinger to masturbate her clit using the ring as a further stimulus while I licked her pussy lips. I rolled my tongue into a short cock and fucked her with it. My nose pushed against her pucker hole. I pushed a wet finger into her backdoor while I used my chin on her clit. I could hear her moans coming from deep within her. Her shaky knees gave way with pleasure and she fell on me, burying her face between my legs.

We lay in the 69 position for a while before Giselle began to stir. She got off me, put on her bikini and just walked away. I was dumbfounded. How could she leave me like that after that orgasmic explosion? I put my clothes back on and headed for the resort.

I walked straight into Thomas who was dressed in an oversized swimming trunks and a large floppy hat. He was well built for a lawyer. I must have been in a sorry state because he looked at me with a shocked expression on his face.

"Oh, hi. I'm sorry I must look terrible. I tried to walk on the beach but these shoes and clothes are not very comfortable."

"Oh no. You look fine. I am just surprised to see you. I never expected to see so many naked people doing things to each other, in public," he said. I could see his face redden as he looked at the lesbians now lying naked on the sundeck, kissing. Then I saw his camera hanging from his neck.

"Do you like photography?"

His face lit up.

"Yes, its my passion." He explained the new digital camera with a zoom lens and all the features amateur and professional photographers can use.

"I want to take a tour to the old pirate section of the island as part of the article I'm writing. It would be great if you could take the pictures." He agreed. We made a date for the next day.

We arrived at the old fort/castle where the governor of the British Empire kept his prisoners and where Mary Carleton kept her brothel. I was dressed in khaki shorts and a white halter-top I bought that morning. We talked, he took photos of the different places, I interviewed the rich and famous, Thomas took their photos, we joked and laughed together.

Later that day we arrived at the resort exhausted and happy. Thomas invited me to his room to look at the photos. He took out his expensive laptop and inserted the computer disk into the drive. The photos were amazing, award winning stuff.

"You take quality pictures like this and you're a lawyer. Something's wrong with this set-up."

"You are right," he said. "I always wanted to be an artist and when I bought my first camera, I knew that this is what I wanted to do. My parents thought it best for me to study law so I can follow in my father's footsteps and take over his practice." I could see the pain on his face of the all the bad memories.

"Well, lets get you into the Jacuzzi. It might make you forget," I said while I switched on the pumping machine. I undressed him and made him relax in the bubbles. I glimpsed at his manhood and it looked beautiful. Well, I haven't seen one in over a year but it was still impressive.

"Come and join me. You also need to relax," he said.

I removed my top, exposing my breasts to his watchful eyes. My breasts are well rounded without any sag. My nipples are hard and pointing straight at Thomas. As I removed my shorts, I felt my juices running between my thighs. I hurried to get into the tub; I didn't want him to see my clitoris in such an aroused state. My pussy hair is trimmed to a small heart shaped patch above the clit. My long blond hair cascaded down, hiding my red face. He took my face in his caring hands and kissed me softly on the lips. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in. I moved around to straddle his lap, feeling his penis growing between my spread legs. His right hand slid between us to stroke my clitoris with his fingers and then inserted it into my wet vagina. I drifted off to sex heaven and had wonderful orgasm.

He pushed me off and sat on the edge of the tub for me to get to his cock. I fondled his shaft with both my hands, softly stroking his glands. I bent down and kissed the head, then licked like it was my favorite lollipop. I swallowed him and moved up and down his beautiful prick. I pumped and stroked and sucked till I could feel his orgasm coming in waves. He spurted into my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could. Thomas silently slipped back into the tub, satisfied. I haven't totally lost my magic touch.

Recovering quickly, Thomas sat me on the edge of the tub and started to eat me out. I thought of Giselle and wished she were there, licking his cum from my mouth and kneading my breasts. Before I could come he inserted his hard cock into my sex. My cunt lips opened up to welcome him and I used my pussy muscles to make his journey to my warm depths more memorable. The sensual friction caused by his movement in my hot love canal pushed me into a shattering climax. He joined me when he unloaded in my pussy. We fell back into the warm bubbling water, holding onto each other for dear life.

I wondered what came over me. Was it the romantic atmosphere of the Caribbean or the company that made me so horny? I had more sex in the last two days than the previous 400. I have been holding back for too long and now I wanted it all.

A day later Giselle invited me to accompany her on her dive at the coral reef. She brought me a colorful wrap-around as the only garment I would need for the trip. At a small private jetty we climbed into a small, motorized rubber dinghy and set off to the reef. She couldn't stop talking about her work as a marine biologist and wanted to show me the world she was passionate about.

We dropped anchor in the middle of nowhere and Giselle started to shed all her clothes. She also urged me to do the same. She was more beautiful than the day I met her. She was as radiant as a sea goddess when she slipped on her flippers, snorkel and mask. She showed me how to put on mine and we slowly dropped into the water.

At first we floated in the water, looking down and breathing through the snorkels. She pointed out areas of the reef and waved at me to follow her down. We swam into this silent fairytale wonderland of bright moving colors, each trying to outdo the other. I glanced down at Giselle and saw her naked legs opening her cunt as she kicked her legs, inviting me to explore the depths of this water nymph. We were coming up for air, floating hand in hand, going down again, for what seemed like hours.

Exhausted we returned to the boat. I was elated with what I saw. Giselle made a few notes on a pad and returned it in a waterproof bag. She leaned over and kissed me. My first reaction was to kiss her back, but I had to make sure.

"Hang on a moment. I had a great time today but is this also part of the service arranged by my boss?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The other day on the beach, you left me on my own, like I you did your duty and were needed elsewhere."

She hung her head, took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eyes.

"I was scared. I never felt like that towards another woman. I basically fell in love with you the day you arrived. I had the hots for you and had to see you without that New York costume." She started to cover up but I stopped her.

"Do you mean it? Because I can't stop thinking about you. I think I love you too." I took her in my arms and showed her how much I cared for her. The funny thing was that while I was nibbling on her pussy, I couldn't get Thomas out of my mind. I wanted to feel him pumping my pussy from behind with his cock while I pleasured Giselle.

That image troubled me deeply when we got back to the hotel. I kissed Giselle softly and retired to my room. I made the lame excuse that I must finish the article and would be working all day tomorrow.

That night I couldn't sleep and the next morning I had trouble getting the right angle and the correct words to put the article to bed. After a few wasted hours, I called Giselle and Thomas but they were both out. I left messages that they must meet me at 7pm for dinner.

I dressed in my best New York revealing black miniskirt with no underwear. I walked into the dining area where Thomas and Giselle were already seated. They looked lovely and so… I sat down.

"Hi. Thank you being here. I have something to confess." They made strange sounds and gestures that I couldn't follow. I had to come clean.

"I cheated on you both, but I really love both of you."

They looked at each other, shocked.

"Who's the bastard?" they asked simultaneously.

"You! I made love to the two of you. Can you forgive?"

When they didn't respond immediately, I got up and walked out. It was a total disaster. I was loosing them both. I cried and ran for the beach. Before I could get far strong hands grabbed me from behind. Thomas and Giselle stood facing me.

"We also have a confession to make. We both love you and each other. We also cheated on you."

It took me awhile to absorb the news. I stared at my two pleading lovers and saw the other guests standing around, waiting for my response. I slipped out of my black dress and stood there naked in high heals. Thomas and Giselle quickly undressed and we hugged and kissed. The guests applauded and went back to dinner. We were too excited and aroused to think about food. We had ten days to reorganize our lives and a lifetime together as a threesome.

I told you the Caribbean sun, sand and sea can change a girl's life.

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Sometimes it's fun to pick on the weakling. Sometimes.

There was something about Stevie that just screamed out 'pick on me' but he never got picked on. He was small, weak, borderline retarded, and very nervous and submissive. The perfect target, you would think. But he had ingratiated himself with Big Alan. Alan enjoyed bossing Stevie around and in return he made it known that anyone who messed with Stevie was also messing with him. Nobody wanted to mess with Alan.

Imagine my surprise and delight when I called round at my mates' house and there he was, no Alan in sight. I didn't know what he was there for, some school thing maybe, he wasn't the type the Carter twins would normally be friends with. Time for some fun. I knew Dan and Aaron would enjoy it but I'd have to be a bit careful in case anything got back to Alan. Still, if I got him to 'volunteer' there could be no come-back and it couldn't be that hard to con a retard could it?

After a while we were beginning to get bored when inspiration struck. “Let's have an arm wrestling contest” I suggested. “No prize but a forfeit for the loser. Whoever loses has to take his pants off and toss himself off while we all watch.” It was, of course, obvious to everyone who the loser would be but I didn't think Stevie would have the nerve to refuse if everyone else wanted it.

To my surprise, the twins didn't at first seem keen. Dan almost looked angry. But then his brother looked at him and they seemed to have one of those almost psychic conversations where twins seem to be able to read each others' thoughts just by eye contact. “Yeah, why not?” said Aaron at last. “But it looks a bit gay don't you think?” Perhaps that was what Dan didn't like. “I say the loser strips naked and we get Sarah from next door and her friends in to watch. I saw them going into her house a few minutes ago, I'm sure they'll still be there.” Wow, he must really want to give Stevie a memorable experience. Sarah and friends were a real bitchy girl gang in our year at school, they'd never let him forget it.

Dan went next door and soon returned with Sarah and five of her friends. Meanwhile Stevie predictably tried to back out, saying he didn't want to do this, and equally predictably caved when Aaron whispered some blandishment or threat in his ear.

“Okay then” said Aaron. “First round. Dan will wrestle Carl, then I'll wrestle Stevie. Then the two losers from that can wrestle each other to determine who's going to entertain the girls. We're all sixteen or near enough and that's the legal age.”

“What do you mean 'entertain the girls'?” asked Sarah suspiciously.

“We're having an arm wrestling contest” explained Dan. “Just to spice it up a bit the loser has to strip naked and toss himself off while you all watch. That's why you're here.”

She looked around the four of us, her gaze settling on Stevie. “That's a bit cruel isn't it?” she asked.

“That's what makes it fun” said Aaron. He was right there. “Anyway we've all consented. Why not see what happens? If you don't like it no-one can stop you leaving.”

The girls agreed to stay and I arm wrestled Dan. I lost, which didn't greatly surprise me but didn't worry me either, I knew I'd easily beat Stevie.

Next up, Aaron versus Stevie. Strong, tough Aaron versus weak, wimpy Stevie. A foregone conclusion. Only it wasn't. To my amazement, and dismay, it was all over in a couple of seconds. And Stevie had won! WHAT?

“Okay then” said Aaron. “It's between me and Carl now. Let's get it settled, I'm a little nervous.”

He didn't need to be. He was stronger than me and we both knew it. “Wait!” I blurted, panicking. “How can he beat you? It's not possible. Either he jumped the gun or you weren't trying. Do it again!”

“No. He won and that's it. He didn't cheat and there's no rule that says I have to try. Anyway, maybe I did try. But maybe I'm weak today, weak with disgust that a wanker like you would try to set up my learning-disabled cousin like that. You couldn't have made it any more obvious. I really hope I get my strength back though. You losing this and getting what you wanted for Stevie will be perfect justice.”

Stevie was his cousin? And therefore Dan's as well? I never knew. Now I was in real trouble and I had to get out of it. I couldn't go through with this; those bitches would spread this story round the whole school if I lost and did the forfeit.

“Come on, mate” I tried. “It was only a joke. I wouldn't have made him do it. I just wanted to scare him a bit and then I'd have let him off. Why would I want to watch him do that?”

Dan hadn't really stopped looking pissed off. Now he exploded. “Not just a wanker but a pathetic gutless, lying, chicken-shit fucking wanker, trying to wriggle out of his own idea. Why did I ever think you were okay? You wrestle Aaron or we say you lost. If you lose you strip or we'll strip you and if you get hurt in the process I won't cry. And then you wank or we tie your hands behind you and chuck you out in the street. Got that?”

“Calm down, Dan” said Aaron, to my relief. “Maybe we can compromise here. And you know what Dad would say if he heard you swear like that around women or girls. 'It might be 1984 but we can leave the filth and the rats in the sewers, no need to put them in people's faces' as he always says.”

Aaron held Dan's gaze for another of those psychic eye-contact twin conversations, then turned to me. “We can play the game to the end if you want. It's a 50/50 chance. But if you don't want to risk it you can concede and we won't make you get naked and masturbate. But you do have to take your shirt and trousers off. That's about half the forfeit. Your choice.”

It wasn't really a choice. I didn't have any doubt that Aaron would 'recover' from his 'weakness' and beat me. I conceded. The girls, openly disappointed, made chicken noises as I took my shirt and trousers off and then stood facing them in my socks and y-fronts. Embarrassing enough, but miles better than the alternative. After a few seconds I asked “Is that it then?”

“Not quite” said Aaron. Suddenly he and Dan were either side of me, one holding each wrist. “Come and kneel in front of him, Stevie” continued Aaron. When Stevie did so Aaron added “and take those panties off him. Very slowly. Just pull them down so we can see his pubes to start.”

Stevie tugged my y-fronts down a few inches and stopped. He giggled like a little girl. There was an air of anticipation as everyone waited for what was to come.

“Now another inch.” Pause. “And another.” Pause. “And another.” Pause. “And another.” By now nothing was hidden and Stevie was staring at my exposed cock and balls from inches away grinning inanely like the idiot that he is. Longer pause. “Now take them right off him and put them over there with his other clothes.”

When Stevie got up and moved away there was nothing between me and the girls, who stared, giggled and whispered to each other.

“Okay then” said Aaron, as he and Dan let me go. At last it was over. “You know what to do now, if you don't want to go out with your hands tied.” WHAT!!? Dan was grinning ferociously, the girls were openly delighted, their disappointment was replaced by anticipation. Stevie just grinned his imbecile grin.

“But.... But...... You said we could compromise! You said if I conceded I wouldn't have to do it! Just take my shirt and trousers off, you said! And that's bad enough!”

“Listen to the gutless bastard snivelling” sneered Dan. “Soft as shit and twice as runny! It's what you wanted to do to Stevie, remember? It's just as well you're naked. If we couldn't see your balls we'd never believe you've got any!”

“But he's not naked is he?” corrected his brother. “He's still got his socks on, and that's the point.”

Aaron turned to me. “What I said is that we won't make you get naked AND masturbate. I didn't say we won't make you get naked OR masturbate. And you still have your socks on. You can get naked if you want but we won't make you. So now it's show time, one way or the other.”

Shit! I've really dropped myself in it this time. Why didn't I have the sense to check why Stevie was there before I opened my big mouth? I'll have to do it; there's no way I'm walking through this estate naked and defenceless! Let's just get it over as fast as possible. I reached down and grabbed my dick.

“Wait” said Aaron. Now what? “Remember you're giving these girls a show, so give them a good one, don't rush it. Take your time. You don't want it to get around at school that you come really quickly and it's only a little dribble, do you?

“And anyway, they're going to give you marks out of ten at the end. If the average is less than six there's another forfeit. It might involve a razor, it might involve shoe polish, it might involve your tongue and Stevie's sweaty, cheesy feet. Or maybe not. It's probably better if you don't find out. Now lie down on the floor and get started.”

I lay down on my back on the floor, defeated. The girls knelt as close as they could get without getting in my way or each other's. “Can we feel him up?” asked Sue, excited.

“Only if he lets you” said Aaron. “We're not making him do anything he hasn't agreed to.” He looked at me. “But it might improve your score if you make them happy, of course.”

“Oh, do what you want” I said, almost past caring. And then there were hands all over me. They started feeling up soft and floppy bits, soon enough they were feeling up hard and rigid bits and a little later I had to say “I think you should stop now, otherwise you may spoil the show.” And they sat back watching me and looking pleased with themselves.

Well, I took it slow as Aaron suggested. I do that at home sometimes when I've got plenty of time and I want to savour it. I sped up and slowed down. I stopped to play with my balls occasionally. I let the excitement build slowly until I knew I'd shoot a good load. Having Aaron, Dan and Stevie standing behind the girls and also watching helped to slow things down I must say.

After a while I reached the point where my need was more important than their pleasure. “Now” I grunted and they all stared as I came off, a much better climax than normal. I should take it slow more often.

“Nice show, Carl” said Sarah, grinning spitefully. “I can't wait to tell everyone at school about today. I wonder what Alan will think.”

“Okay then, marks out of ten” said Aaron.

“Four.” “Five.” “Three.” “Five.” It seemed they had it in for me and I was going to get this other forfeit, whatever it was.

“Ten.” “Ten.” said the last two girls, Sarah and Kate, which was unusually nice for those two. Nice, but probably not enough. I found out later that each girl had been told in advance by Aaron what mark to give me while I was concentrating on other things.

Aaron was entering the numbers into a calculator. “Six point one six recurring” he announced. “Looks like you just got lucky. All right, you can go now.”

I went to get my clothes but Dan and Aaron grabbed me, dragged me to the front door and threw me out, slamming it behind me.

There were about a dozen young lads, maybe about eleven or twelve to about fourteen years old playing soccer in the road outside and the slam of the door attracted their attention. They abandoned their game and stood leaning over the low fence jeering at me as I stood in the front garden with my hands clasped over my groin and my back to the door. “Go on, give us a flash then” called one of them cheekily.

The window opened and Dan told me to come and get my clothes. I turned sideways and walked across the lawn to the window. “Nice arse!” called one of the lads.

“Stand with your back to the window and put both hands inside and I'll give you your clothes back” said Dan.

I glanced at the jeering boys in the street, who had heard this and were looking forward to it. “I can't do that!”

“Then piss off home. I don't want a nudist hanging around in my garden.”

I could walk through this rough estate wearing only socks, accompanied by a group of jeering football lads who weren't likely to let me cover anything, or I could show the lads what they were going to see anyway and recover my clothes. I stood facing the street and put my hands behind me through the window, enduring the jeers, whistles, laughter and unflattering comments.

A shoe was placed in my hand. I put it down on the ground beside me and straightened up and put my hands back inside for the next thing. “Ow!” Someone had thrown a discarded cigarette packet and hit me right in the balls.

“Good shot!” A coke can soon followed but luckily for me there were no more handy missiles lying around. I got my other shoe, followed by my shirt which I was ordered to put on but leave open at the front.

Excuse me” called an impatient female voice. “Come on boys, get out of the way, I need to go in there.” They made way and two middle aged women came through the gate. They stared at me openly, with less surprise than you might expect, this was a rough estate after all. I couldn't stop them staring; Dan had grabbed my hands when I put them back inside.

“Hello Dan” said the impatient woman. “I've come for Stevie. Thanks for looking after him while I went to the dentist, you know I don't like to leave him alone. I probably shouldn't ask this but why is there a boy in your garden with no pants on showing himself off to all and sundry?”

“Hello Auntie Brenda” replied Dan. “Stevie's just in here. Do you want to come in for a cuppa? This is Carl. He thought it'd be a laugh to make Stevie strip and er..... let's say play with himself, know what I mean? We all thought this was a better laugh.”

Brenda was enraged, a mother defending her young from a predator. “Laugh? Laugh? I'll give you bleedin' laugh you little bastard!” She stormed over to me, grabbed my balls and squeezed and pulled on them, hard. I actually screamed with shock and pain. “I'll give you something to bloody scream about! Come near my boy again and I'll cut these off you, then you'll have a disability of your own, see how you like it!”

“No he won't” said her friend. “I grew up on a farm, remember. Do that without the proper gear and he'll bleed to death. He's not worth a life sentence, Bren.”

“No, I suppose not” she said, calming down and letting go of me. “Give the little shit his clothes back, Dan, so he can piss off out of my sight, and then put the kettle on, I'm parched.” As Dan threw the rest of my clothes out of the window she turned to me. “Don't let me see you round here again or my husband will be looking for you. Now sod off!”

Brenda went into the house. I hastily dressed, pushed my way through the group of boys and walked off down the street, their mocking cries of “Now sod off” ringing behind me.

It's so unfair. All I wanted was a laugh and now I've been tricked, stripped, threatened and made to look like something really bad. It's really not my day. And now I have to worry about what may happen at school when the story gets about, as I'm sure it will.

The End

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A drug slang term used to describe an "out-of-body" feeling induced by ketamine, or special k. This feeling cannot be controlled by the user and can happen unexpectedly. A ketamine user can be stuck in a k-hole but has control over it and basically has to ride out the experience.
I was stuck in a k-hole and it seemed like forever until i got out.
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The act of joining the involvement of a pointless argument, that never ends. Being pulled into a conversation or discussion that has no real ending or right answer.
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When looking for the perfect satisfaction buddy, you'll experience both agency-affiliated girls and independent escorts. Independent escorts provide more flexibility and customised experiences, while firms provide a greater level of professionalism and security. Weigh the benefits and drawbacks of each option to figure out the very best fit for your choices and budget.

Maximising Your Escort Experience

To make the most of your time with an escort, get ready for your encounter by considering your desires, setting a spending plan, and communicating your preferences freely. Keep in mind to treat your escort with respect, generosity, and generosity; after all, the structure for a truly memorable experience is mutual trust and understanding.

The World of Online Escort Directories

The digital age has actually made it much easier than ever to discover your dream buddy. Look into the attracting world of online escort directories, which offer in-depth profiles, pictures, and examines from fellow pleasure-seekers. Utilize these platforms to find a compatible escort, keeping in mind the importance of working out discretion and validating the escort's credibility to guarantee a safe, enjoyable experience.

Exploring the Dunkerton Escort Hotspots

The UK boasts a growing escort scene, with busy cities like London, Manchester, and Birmingham providing a diverse variety of experiences. Whether you look for a ritzy escort event or a steamy rendezvous in a luxurious hotel, these cities supply sufficient opportunities for pleasure-seeking gents.

Securing Your Sexual Health and Wellness

When participating in any sexes, it is vital to prioritise your health and security. Constantly practice safe sex, use defense, and communicate openly with your escort about any particular concerns or limits you may have. By prioritising your wellness, you can make sure a guilt-free and satisfying experience.

Etiquette Tips for Escort Encounters

Successful escort encounters hinge upon treating your companion with regard, courtesy, and professionalism. Show your gratitude by punctually getting here for your visit, easily dressed, and well-groomed. Additionally, ensure your chosen area is safe, personal, and comfy, developing a pleasant environment for both you and your escort.

There you have it, gentlemen-- the supreme guide to navigating the sensual and sophisticated world of UK escorts. With details on the legal landscape, how to discover the ideal companion, and how to maximise your experience, you're now more than ready to delight in the joyous enjoyments on offer. Go ahead-- take the plunge, and prepare to produce unforgettable memories with the exquisite ladies awaiting your call.

Catering not only to your carnal desires however likewise to your emotional and intellectual needs, escorts offer a truly memorable experience. From sultry call girls to stylish courtesans, the UK is house to a stunning range of escorts. In the UK, escort services and prostitution are legal; however, brothels and streetwalking are not. Use these platforms to find a suitable escort, bearing in mind the significance of working out discretion and verifying the escort's credibility to make sure a safe, pleasurable experience.

There you have it, gentlemen-- the ultimate guide to browsing the sophisticated and sensual world of UK escorts.

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