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Found

By: AaronsAngel



It was a late summer night, the kind where any effort to move had better be worth while due to all of the willpower put behind it. The windows, as well as the door, to my room were open, allowing a cool breeze to blow over my bed. My eyes were half open, half closed, and I lay lifeless on the over-sized, soft bed, clad in nothing but a very light-weight baby pink camisole. The wind-chimes which hang in sundry places around my room -- On the ceiling, off of bookshelves, off of my grand mirror -- would sound once in awhile, but only lightly. One, two chimes at the most, and all sound would disappear. My thoughts immediately turned to you as my wandering eyes fell upon your picture on my dresser. I wondered where you were, and what you were up to; and soon was falling asleep with thoughts of you in my head.

A noise brought me out of my light slumber. It sounded like a cough, or a gasp almost. My eyes fluttered a little, and the shadowed form of someone standing over me soon registered in my mind. "W..Who are you..?" I sleepily asked, trying to make the fear less obvious.

"I'm sorry that I'm late, I was held up.." Your familiar voice sounded. I breathed a sigh of relief as you leaned down to kiss me and stroke my hair. My arms wrap themselves around your neck to pull you closer to me -- A very worthwhile effort -- And you hover even closer above me, with one hand resting on my waist, and the other stroking my cheek. "How was your day, babe?"

"Hot.." I smiled and laughed a little. You chuckled with me, and then suddenly grew very serious.

"Well, if you're so hot..." Your hand slid down from my waist to the hem of the short camisole. "Then why are you wearing this?" I arched my back slightly as you pulled the thin fabric up my frame, and then lifted my arms so that you could slip it off of me completely. You gave out a little nervous laugh as you realized that was all I was wearing. "Good choice of underwear.."

I smiled and kissed you again. My hands wandered down to the zipper and button on your pants, and swiftly un-fastened both. Before I could finish, you stood up and stripped, peeling your shirt from your hot body, your pants, and finally your boxers. I sighed as you lay back down ontop of me, your erection brushing against my own aroused skin, your hands already working my small breasts. I could feel your heartbeat grow nearly as fast as mine, and I began to tremble. Even after having known you so many times, I still get butterflies in my stomach, especially when I feel your fingers slip inbetween my legs and slowly begin to circle my now swollen clit. I bit my lip and softly moaned, unable to move, whether it is from the heat or the incredible sensation, which your touch always produces in my body.

"Aaron..." I softly whisper, barely audible over your breathing and the sound of blood rushing through my head. The room seemed to disappear, and all that was left were you and I, lying in a soft bed, completely naked, with your mouth locked to one small breast, gently sucking and massaging it. A hand strokes your head, "Aaron..." Your fingers move faster in and out of me, causing chills to be sent violently down my spine. Within no time at all, my body begins to convulse and I cum hard, my eyes shut completely, and mouth shaping a permanent, "Oh.." And yet, no sound escapes.

Your mouth returns to my own, pushing your tongue inside of my mouth, on which I contently suck and kiss. We roll over slightly so that I now straddle your waist, your erection touching my ass slightly, and I can feel the damp pre-cum that has since oozed out. I lean down to lick around your right nipple, and then the left, as you guide your penis to my vaginal opening with one hand. Staring into your eyes, I slowly allow you to penetrate me; a ritual done many times, yet it still feels like the very first time to me. Pushing down a little more forcefully, I let out a sigh and close my eyes. Your hands move to my waist again and help me to move up and down over your erectness at an increasing speed. I was so caught up in the intense procedure that I nearly forgot about the heat. Stars danced before my closed eyes, the world went away in one single explosion of orgasmic pleasure; and I finally know what it means to be one with a person. You and I; I and you, together. Souring leaps of ecstasy take over my body as I cum again, and I become limp.

Your grip tightens around my waist, you pump furiously away; and I experience a new rush of energy. Once more the universe shows itself to me as your erupt, causing my moans to grow louder. Tired, sweaty, and over-heated, I collapse into your arms. Snuggling close, you kiss my nose and brush the hair away from my face. The universe shrinks, and I am back in my bedroom, safe with you.

Found by you, yet again. 

Found



There is something special about flying. Perhaps it is the fact that I do not often fly. Perhaps it is the fact that each trip is special for a different reason: to visit a close friend, or perhaps to meet a new client. 

But a recent flight became even more special. 

Sitting at the gate, I could tell by the rising volume around me that more and more people were arriving at the gate area for this particular flight to Pittsburgh, but I was fairly engrossed in My book and did not pay them much attention. To be honest, I paid them no attention whatsoever, for when I reached the end of a chapter, I finally marked My place and closed the book, taking a break from reading, and that was when I discovered her. 

Sitting to My right, she was reading her own book, but stopped to look at Me when she noticed I was no longer reading. The first thing I truly saw about her were her eyes: a large expressive blue, reminding me of the blue of the ocean and conveying just as much depth. There seemed to be a recognition within the blue, yet there was also a sadness which was absolutely unmistakable. 

After a quick calculation, I realized the recognition was likely a result of the book she was reading. As if reading My mind, she turned the book so that I could see its cover and looked shyly and demurely away from Me, almost as if testing Me, challenging Me. 

The book's title was not readable to Me, as it was in another language; I guessed it to be Italian, but could not be certain. The cover of the book was simple yet gave Me a very good idea of the contest: Against a blue background was the silhouette of a woman in profile, kneeling and looking up with her breasts thrust forward, her wrists crossed behind her, and a chain leading from her neck to a point off the left side of the book's unique cover. 

"That looks like an interesting book," I commented, "probably something I would read if I knew Italian." 

Once again, her eyes met Mine, then she looked away shyly again. 

"I assume you like to submit?" I asked quietly yet authoritatively, my voice purposely low so as not to scare the mundanes around us. 

"Actually, Sir," she replied, her voice barely audible despite the close proximity, "i've never submitted before, but it intrigues me." "What makes you believe I am a 'Sir?'" I challenged, curious to hear her response. 

"The question You asked me, Sir," she answered without hesitation, with much more confidence in her voice. "To ask such a question in that way and with that wording..." 

That was when I took her in. The blue expressive eyes still captivated Me, but I also admired the long black hair with the barely-discernable dark blue tips, the small nose and the dainty unpainted mouth, the thin and simply black satin choker with a rose at the front, the smallish breasts straining against a form-fitting black ribbed shirt, the short red skirt revealing the long well-toned legs of a runner, and the low-heeled black shoes upon her small feet. 

I had been without a sub for nearly six months. A few women had approached Me during that time, but they were not the type of submissive I sought. 

The young woman sitting beside Me, however, seemed to be the one I had been searching for during the past few months. 

"What is your name?" I asked, realizing that I had no means to refer to her other than to simply call her "her." 

"Whatever name You deem to be appropriate for me, Sir," she replied without hesitation, her eyes downcast even though she faced me. 

This young woman seemed like an ideal fit for Me. Reading a book in Italian, she was clearly intelligent and educated, meaning that she and I could discuss matters such as the upcoming elections, cultural observations, key events in the news, and the like. There was an evident taste and subtle refinement in her dress, and the satin choker was indeed an impressive touch. And while she had never submitted previously, the book and her own choice of words beckoned to Me. Overall, I knew that while she would submit, she would also be an independent woman, not someone who would depend upon Me to make every decision for her. 

"Where are you headed?" 

"Home to Pittsburgh," she replied. "Actually, to a suburb, to Monroeville." 

That decided it for Me. I had found a new submissive at last. 

"your name is 'her,'" I informed her. 

she looked at Me at last, a smile upon her dainty lips and moonlight reflected upon the deep blue waters of her large expressive eyes. 



Found



Chapter 1 – Crash-landing

The pilot turned back and smirked at Paula and Noel.

"How are you girls?" he asked. 

"It's getting boring," Paula replied and slumped into her seat.

Noel hemmed, then took out a comb and brushed her curly brown hair.

The little Cessna rocked slightly and tilted. The pilot studied the dials. The engine started to whir louder.

"Problem?" Paula asked and looked fearfully at the vast expanse of water below them.

"No, it's just turbulence," the pilot said. "What are you gonna do in Hawaii?"

"Business. We are reporters," Paula said smugly.

"I was sure that you were models. Such pretty girls, you know!"

"You are wrong," Noel said curtly to the pilot. "Are you scared of flying, Paula?"

"No," she replied.

"Are you sure?" Noel pressed on.

"Of course, I'm sure."

Noel smiled knowingly and looked out. The shadow of the plane was sliding over the flat surface of the ocean. The sun was gleaming happily. She started to muse upon sunny beaches and cold cocktails. At the same time, Paula, feeling tense and scared, could not think of anything except the end of the flight.

It came quite unexpectedly. The engine chugged a couple of times and stopped.

"It's not possible! Someone has messed up my plane!" the pilot cried out.

Paula's face grew pale. Her blue eyes goggled. She clutched the armrests and whimpered. Noel shifted nervously in her seat. The plane was gradually losing altitude. The pilot was frantically switching on and off something.

"There is an island out there," Noel cried.

The pilot saw it and veered.

"Is there a landing- strip," Paula asked.

The pilot chuckled nervously. Paula closed her eyes and shuddered.

"Fasten your seat belts!" he ordered.

A minute later the plane reached the small island. Only cliffs, palms and coastline. No people or buildings in sight. The plane was no more then 30 feet above the ground when a tall palm loomed ahead. The right wing cut its top off. Paula and Noel started to scream. The plane lurched. 

"We had to land on the beach," the pilot cried.

These were his last words. A cliff cut into the cockpit and decapitated him. Then it ripped up the fuselage. The plane rolled over a couple of times and disintegrated.

Chapter 2 – On the Beach

The first thing Paula became aware of was the noise of the surf. She opened her eyes and saw pieces of the fuselage scattered around her. The sand felt hot under her. A palm tree was on fire in the distance. For a moment, she felt happy that she was still alive. Then the pain hit her like a huge wave. She gasped. Her bottom was hurting terribly. Propping herself up on her elbows, she saw that her right leg was twisted unnaturally inward. Although the short skirt was covering the deformity, she could see that her hip joint was not in its natural place. 

"Please, help me!" Paula cried out.

A bird twittered mockingly. She looked around. The plane had completely disintegrated. The burning palm fell noisily on the sand. There was no sign that the island was populated. No ships or boats on the horizon either. 

Then she saw Noel. She was lying on her side no more than ten meters away. Her wide-open brown eyes looked glazed. 

"Oh, God!" Paula exclaimed. 

Noel's lips twitched.

"Oh, dear! Noel! Are you all right?" 

"Am I looking all right?" Noel mumbled, then her features contorted. 

Paula noticed that Noel's thighs are bruised. Her right one was bent at a weird angle. Her blue cotton skirt was torn, revealing her panties. 

"It looks like your right leg is broken," Paula said.

"My thighs hurt like hell," Noel uttered, "You don't look in very good condition too."

"My bottom hurts and I think my hip joint is dislocated," Paula replied.

"Too bad. I thought that you would be able to help me. Have you seen my pumps?"

"Your pumps?"

"I have lost my pumps." Noel said and closed her eyes. 

Paula saw that Noel's feet are bare. One of her black pumps was wallowing in the sand nearby.

"I don't think you need them right now." 

"Yeah. I am thirsty and I feel dizzy. Is it... getting dark?" 

"Noel, Noel! Please don't die!" Paula cried.

"You need me? Hard to believe. I am of little use to you now."

"Noel, you are scaring me. Do not give up! The pilot will save us."

"Sorry. The pilot is death."

"How could you know that?"

"I saw his severed hand down there," Noel said and pointed at the shoreline.

"They will find us."

"No one heard me as I was crying for help. You were unconscious then."

Paula lied on her back and looked up at the sky. Her eyes moistened. She wiped the tears off with the back of her hand. Her right wrist was swollen. The sling of her high heel was digging into her left ankle. She took a deep breath and sat up with difficulty, moaning with pain.

"Noel, look at me! I managed to sit up. You can do it yourself. "

"What's the purpose?" Noel asked.

"You are scaring me. Lying like that ... motionless. We should do something!"

"I don't feel my legs, Paula. Don't count on me. "

"Yeah. Your legs are broken but we should crawl under the palms. The sun will kill us here."

"I did enough damage. Leave me alone!"

"What do you mean?" Paula asked.

"I tried to crawl to you when you were unconscious. I crawled nearly fifty meters. Then something snapped in my back. I heard it. Nasty sound. I can't wiggle my toes anymore," Noel explained.

"You think your back is broken?"

"Yes."

"But you said your thighs hurt. So you have sensitivity there."

Noel's face brightened.

"You think I am not paralyzed?" she asked.

"I am not a doctor but maybe the pain is a good sign."

"Do you think I should try crawling again?" Noel asked with trembling voice.

"No. Stay where you are! I am coming."

Paula turned gingerly on her side, then on her stomach. A shooting pain stabbed her pelvis. She tightened her lips, stifling the cry. A minute later, when the pain abated, she started crawling. The pointed toes of her sling back shoes dug into the sand, furrowing it. Her left ankle was on fire. As she was halfway through, already gasping for breath, she stopped to rest. Noel cast an anxious glance at her.

"You don't look well, Paula," Noel said, "Better stay where you are." 

"I'm fine."

As Paula got close enough, Noel reached out and took her hand.

"Thank you so much. I don't want to die alone," she said.

"No one is going to die, Noel" Paula rejoined.

"I want to be prepared. I won't be able to bear the suffering much longer."

"Shut up! We are too young to die. Let me see your back!"

Paula drew herself closer, pulled Noel's tank top up so that to expose her injured back. There was no blood. Only huge bluish swelling. Just above her waist, two or three of her vertebrae looked caved in. 

"What?" Noel asked.

"It is not that bad," Paula said.

"It feels as if a nail has been hammered in my spinal cord. Every movement is an agony."

"You still can't wiggle your toes?" Paula asked and looked at Noel's bent thighs." 

"No."

Paula caressed Noel's cheek, wiped the tear that was about to trickle down, then moaning, sat up and reached down to unbuckle the sling of her left shoe. The pain in her pelvis and the dislocation of her hip joint made the task impossible. 

"My hands are fine. Let me help you," Noel said.

Paula pulled herself back so that Noel to be able to reach her feet. Noel clumsily unbuckled the sling of the left shoe, freeing the swollen ankle. 

"Your ankle is so puffed up," Noel said," ...and your heel looks ...crushed."

"Crushed?" Paula asked.

"Judging by the deformity it's definitely broken."

"Damn it!"

"Do you want me to pull your right leg? I might be able to set the dislocated joint," Noel proposed.

"Do it!" Paula answered without hesitation. 

Noel tugged a couple of times but nothing happened. Only the pain gnawed deeper into Paula's groin.

"Sorry, I am too weak, "Noel said, then the pain in her broken spine became unbearable, and she collapsed.

"Noel! Noel! Do you here me?"

Noel didn't answer. Paula burst into sobs. Two hours later she lost consciousness too.

Chapter 3 – In Plaster 

Paula knew that she was still alive. She felt cool air blowing softly and she heard someone talking. The words were not audible though. It looked as if they were coming from far away. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, she finally managed to open her eyes. An IV line was attached to her left arm. White plaster cast was covering her right hand and forearm. Using the cast, she gently brushed a stray blond lock of hair away. Her blue eyes popped out. At first, she saw her bare breasts. That surprised her and made her feel uncomfortable. Then she noticed the big plaster cast. It started just below her breasts. Covering her abdomen, it narrowed at her slender waist, then widened following the contours of her hips. She reached down and touched her private parts. They were exposed, surrounded by the padded edges of the cast. Startled, Paula withdrew her hand and gazed at her legs. The cast was masterfully molded over her hips and thighs. Her left leg was casted all the way down to the tips of her toes. It was hanging in a sling high above the bed. Her right thigh was casted too. The plaster reached down to her knee. Her bare right foot was left to rest on the bed. A bar was molded a couple of inches above her knees, keeping her casted thighs wide apart. She lifted her right foot and moved her ankle around, then lowered her foot again. Then she stirred her shoulders to check how tight the cast was. Its embrace was more unyielding than she expected. She felt protected, and at the same time, vulnerable. Happy to be alive, but afraid of the prospects of long-term immobility. At least the pain was under control now. She felt only soreness in her pelvis.

The memories of the crash flooded Paula's brain. Noel! What had happened to her? Was she alive? She looked around her. Noel was lying on her bed, a bed that was surrounded by strange-looking medical equipment. Paula wondered if she looks the same way as Noel. The thought made her feel uncomfortable.

"Noel!"

Noel didn't answer. Her eyes were closed; her face was pale but somehow relaxed. Paula studied Noel's face for a wile then looked at her body. The cast started just under her armpits and was covering her body entirely, except her feet. There was something strange about Noel's arms. They were not casted, not even bandaged. Despite that they were elevated and tied to the frame that was attached to the bed. Paula had never seen someone so helpless as Noel. Her slim body was virtually engulfed by the massive cast. The enormity of the cast made her bare feet look unnaturally small. Paula noticed that Noel's casted legs were elevated even higher than her left one. The spreader bar that was molded between her ankles added to her helplessness. "She is a lot more immobilized than me" Paula thought. "She can only move her feet". Then she remembered the terrible spine injury Noel had suffered, and fixed her gaze on Noel's feet. They were turned slightly inwards, motionless and limp. Paula stared at Noel's toes for a minute but noting changed. Her toes looked dead. There was not even a slight twitch "Is she paralyzed? I don't like her very much, and should not be so concerned about her but...Why I think about her now! Maybe I am as badly injured as her! I have to talk to the doctor." Paula wiggled her toes, and despite the pain that erupted, she smiled contentedly. "There must be a button somewhere. I have to call the doctors. I need to know..." There wasn't any button. She tried to turn and check the wall behind her. The cast stopped her. The futile attempt caused a persistent throbbing in her injured pelvis. Paula realized that she is as helpless as Noel. Her eyes welled with tears.

Chapter 4 – The Nurse

Paula woke up with a start. A nurse was bent over her, smiling mildly. Paula managed to focus her eyes and saw that the nurse has oriental features. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail, her eyes glittering with interest. 

"Can I talk to a doctor?" Paula asked sleepily.

The nurse's smile widened. 

"I am so sorry but it is impossible. If you need something, I am at your service."

"I suppose I have broken some bones," Paula said flatly. 

"Yes but everything is fixed now. Your pelvis is broken, your left foot and ankle as well. And your wrist. I have to assure you though that the worst is over and you should not worry."

"What about Noel?"

"Noel? Oh... I think that her life is not at risk anymore," the nurse said hesitantly and looked back at Noel.

"Are you sure she is OK?" 

"It is obvious that she is not OK but she is definitely better."

"I want to know who found us. Do you know that?"

The nurse shook her head and got closer.

"You need to rest."

"It is Hawaii here right?" Paula asked.

"Yes. You are in a private clinic and you are safe here."

"I have to call my boss, my parents too"

"No!" the nurse said and frowned.

"But why?"

"That's against the rules of the clinic."

"But they have to know..."

"They know," the nurse said and forced a smile. "They know about the crash. When your condition improves you will be transported and you will see your relatives."

"Why this can't be done now?"

"No. You have sustained multiple fractures and moving is not an option," the nurse explained.

"But I 'm not in pain anymore!"

The nurse smirked.

"Dear girl, you are stuffed with painkillers. You want me to stop them?"

Paula hesitated, then sighed and shook her head. The nurse bent over and touched the padded upper edge of the cast. Her fingers brushed Paula's left breast, then slipped under the cast. No more than an inch though. Paula gasped feeling the cold fingers of the nurse. 

"Sorry, I have to check the cast. Is it tight? Is it chafing your skin?"

"No, it's fine, except the fact that it holds me immobile," Paula said gruffly. 

"That's its purpose, dear. It immobilizes you so that the broken bones to knit together properly. You have to get used to the immobility."

"I lead an active life. I hate to be restricted like that."

"Not anymore sweet, not anymore. Look at Noel! She didn't complain at all." the nurse said and giggled.

"It is not funny," Paula said and glared at the nurse. 

"Sorry," the nurse said, her eyes sill twinkling.

"How long I have to be in plaster?" Paula asked.

"At least three or four months."

"Oh, God," Paula groaned.

In this moment Paula felt cold fingers touching her exposed private parts.

"What are you doing? Stop it!" 

"I am checking the cast," the nurse mumbled innocently. 

"OK, but be more cautions! It is embarrassing, you know..."

"Sorry. I had to make sure the cast is applied properly."

"What! You think the doctor could have made a mistake?"

"Everything is possible. But most important is to make sure that there is no swelling."

"Why?"

"The swelling is not a good sign, that's why", the nurse said. 

"So?" 

"Everything seems fine."

"Can you please, tell me something? Will I be able to walk normally after the cast was removed?" 

"You will need crutches at first," the nurse said.

"Gosh! Crutches! My career is ruined! No one likes crippled reporters! How long I will be on crutches?"

"I am not a prophet, Paula. But judging by the condition of your foot and ankle you could be on crutches for years."

"Are you serious?" Paula asked, her face reddening.

"I can't be sure."

"What the problem with my foot and ankle?"

"The main problem is that they are crushed, especially your heel. I can't imagine that you will be able to put weight on it anymore. But who knows. The doctors are magicians nowadays," the nurse said and rubbed Paula's casted thigh.

Paula closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I should not be answering your questions. I made mistake. The patients should not be worried. By the way, Noel has more reasons to be worried. But look how calm she is. Good girl."

Paula opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on the nurse. She smiled amiably.

"What about Noel?"

"Her spine is damaged and both her femurs are broken."

"Is she paralyzed?"

"It is difficult to say what the extent of the neurological damage is. But I have to tell you that the operation was successful. She has chances to recover."

"Why her arms are tied to the frame?"

"She removed the IV line a couple of times. She is not always so peaceful. Nightmares maybe."

"Did you talk to her?"

"No. She is not ready yet."

"Is she drugged?"

"Yes," the nurse said and paced to the foot of the bed.

Then she pinched the big toe of Paula's left foot and scrutinized it carefully. 

"Can you wiggle them?" the nurse asked. 

Paula complied.

"That's great, dear. That's really great," the nurse exclaimed,"Now we had to do some exercises," she added.

The nurse drew a plastic stool to the bed and sat on it. Her hands started to knead Paula's uncasted calf.

"What's the purpose of that?" Paula asked. 

"We have to keep your muscles in shape."

"I see."

Paula closed her eyes and relaxed. The massage made her feel good. For the first time she felt comfortable with the nurse.

"Your skin is so smooth...so soft to touch..." the nurse started unconfidently. 

Chapter 5 – I Found You

The nurse sat on Noel's bed and placed her hands on the upper part of the body cast. Her fingers touched the plaster mounds covering Noel's breasts. She explored the gentle curves for a while, then traced her forefinger on the upper edge of the cast. After a short hesitation she slipped it under the cast as deep as its tightness allowed. 

"What are you doing?" Paula asked.

The nurse didn't answer. Her right hand slipped down and rubbed the exposed private parts of the injured woman. 

"Stop it! Now!" Paula cried out shrilly.

The nurse didn't stop nor did she pay any attention to Paula. Her fingers moved faster.

"You will be fired when I tell them what you did," Paula hissed.

"Really?" the nurse said mockingly.

"Yes."

"Do it then!"

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeelp," Paula screamed.

"No one will hear you," the nurse announced.

Paula's face showed total perplexity.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because there is nobody there."

"How could that be?"

The nurse ignored her and continued to rub Noel's vagina vigorously.

"Look! She seems to like that," the nurse said and giggled.

Noel gasped, her eyelids fluttered and her mouth opened partially as she breathed noisily. Then she started to shake her head sideways. 

"What's going on here? Where are we? Where are the doctors?" Paula asked.

"I found you on the beach and saved your lives. I own this island."

"This is not a hospital!"

"No. I had to refurbish one of the bedrooms to accommodate you.

"Why did you do that? We have to be in a hospital. We need a doctor..."

"Don't worry about that. You got the best medical care available. I arranged and paid for it myself. Now you need only... a nurse." 

Paula opened her mouth, then realizing that she didn't know what to tell, and closed it.

"Look! It appeared I made a miracle," the nurse exclaimed. 

Noel had curled up her toes. A moment later, she stared wiggling them. Her eyes were still closed.

"I was sure that the spinal surgeon did his best to fix her," the nurse said happily.

"What do you want from us?" Paula asked, trying to sound calmer than she felt. 

"I want to help you recover as quickly as possible. I have ever wanted to be a nurse."

"But... "Paula started.

"I know what I am doing, Paula."

The nurse stood up and went to Paula. She cupped the casted heel of her left foot. She held it like that for a moment then bent and kissed her big toe. 

Paula reddened. A second later she felt her big toe being sucked and the nurse's tongue tickling the base of her toes. Paula realized that the only thing she could do now was to enjoy the moment. And she did it. 




Found



The End



Found



It was a cold day on the ranch and 18 year old Calen Ortiz loved this time of year. School was let out for the Christmas holidays and he loved nothing more than to explore his family's ranch every chance he got. He considered himself lucky, living on a ranch was more than his home; it was his heaven.. While his other friends teased him about being a "country boy", he felt a sense of pride of who he was and where he came from. His best friend Natalie Velarde was like a sister to him. She was the only person who knew Calen inside and out. You could say their bond was soulful. She knew Calen's secret and because of that their bond was tighter than any blood sibling.

On her way to her family's winter home in Colorado, Natalie stopped by Calen's house to tell him bye and exchange gifts with each other. It was the their first time apart in a long time and both were sad.

"I can't believe we won't see each other for almost 2 weeks Nat!" Calen exclaimed.

"I know and I wish I could stay but since this is our senior year, my family wants me to spend one more holiday with them as their 'little girl'." Natalie replied.

Both of them chuckled as Calen coo'ed over at Natalie as if she were still a baby and attempted to pinch her cheek.

"Stop butthead!" Natalie said swatting Calen's hand from pinching her cheek. "We still can call each other every day at least and of course e-mail. And for sure we will see each other at New years eve!"

"Shit I can't wait for New Years Natalie- cause after that it's going to be a count down to our graduation and OUR FREEDOM!"

"I know what you mean Calen, then when we are in college we can do whatever the hell we want!"

Loud laughter came from the two as they both embraced and pinched each others butts- it was a thing they did to be silly with one another.

"OUCH...you pinched me with your nails...WHAT THE HELL?!" Calen said rubbing his butt and seeing Natalie trying to hold off a giggle.

"That's for trying to pinch my cheek douche bag; come on lets hug for real." They held each other tightly as if they were never going to see each other again. Two weeks in "teen years" was more like 2 years, but both were excited for a New Years and a new year of possibilities.

Seeing Natalie drive away, Calen decided to go take his usual walk around the ranch. He loved his walks. He was definitely the most outgoing out of his four siblings. While the others were busy going to malls and movies, Calen was outside in the woods. He simply loved the atmosphere. He loved helping his dad out on the ranch; whether it be fixing the fences or planting vegetables out back. He was in his element out in nature. Going on his walks helped keep him active along with it clearing his mind. He enjoyed the scenery as well. Every walk was like a new experience for him. He was always finding something new, whether it was an unusual rock, or arrowhead or flower. What Calen didn't know was that soon he would find something more unusual.

Walking on the dirt road back to his house, something caught his attention. In the distance he saw a dark figure walk out of the woods. At first glance Calen thought it was a stray dog or possibly a coyote. But as he got closer he saw what he realized was a wolf. Wolves are not common where Calen lives and figuring out where it came from was put to a stop when the wolf stared in Calen's direction. He froze right where he was hoping the wolf would leave.

"Shit please don't come this way," Calen said under his breath trying to stay perfectly still. But as he stood there the black wolf started walking towards Calen. Panicking, Calen looked side to side trying to find a big stick to defend himself with.. As his gaze went back on the wolf, he noticed the beast walking with its head down and walking as if it was dizzy. It was then the wolf collapsed on its left side to the ground. Calen's mind was saying RUN IN THE OTHER DIRECTION- but something inside told him he needed to see the wolf up close. As he got nearer, he could see the wolf panting heavily. He heard the wolf whimper when it would take in a deep breath. He figured the animal was injured but not sure where as he was still a good distance from full view. As he got within close viewing range, he saw long slash marks on the wolf's side, Calen thought that the wolf was going to need stitches and bandaging. Something in Calen told him to get closer. He stepped close, inch by inch, to the animal. The wolf eyeing the teen with piercing blue eyes.

"Hey boy, I won't hurt you...just trying to see what's wrong," whispered the nervous teen to the wolf. The scent of the teen filled the wolf's nose. It tickled his senses. He could sense the teen was scared, but not as scared as any normal person would be. Still being an injured animal he was on his guard. He let it be known by the growl he let out. But alas, the growl caused him to whimper more. The growl itself was painful and nearly made the wolf lose conscious, but it was enough to make the teen step back.

"FUCK!"

"What the hell am I doing?"

"Ok, just bare with me boy, let me take a look at the cuts."

Calen placed a hand on the wolf's hip and the other hand on his neck. Feeling the touch comforted the wolf. But still he was on his guard with the teen.

"They look pretty bad boy, I need to get you home," said Calen. Taking off his coat he wrapped the wolf in it. It was an older coat so it didn't matter much if it got dirty. Smelling the scent of the teen from the coat, intoxicated the wolf. So much so that it made him even more dizzy than what he already was. He couldn't help himself and just went limp in the teen's arms. He thought to himself, "If I die now, what a way to go...in someone's arms."

Calen brought the wolf into the wash room that connected to the kitchen. He closed the door and made sure the windows were nice and shut. He opened the door into the kitchen and quickly turned on all four burners on the stove. He wanted the warmth to head straight to the wash room. Calen wanted the wolf to be nice and comfortable. He took a bowl from the pantry and filled it with warm milk. He slowly put it in front of the wolf and knelt down next to him.

"Come on boy, you need to drink something warm. Later I will give you something better to eat." Calen gently stroked the wolf's neck in hopes of getting him to drink. The soothing voice of the teen encouraged the wolf to take a few laps from the bowl. Any kind of movement caused the wolf pain, but it didn't matter much since for now he was safe and was hungry.

"That's it, drink up boy, I will be back in a bit to try to clean your cuts- don't move."

A chuckle escaped from the teen as he walked to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Getting what he needed he slowly came to the realization that he had a wolf in his house. How the heck was he going to explain this to his parents? Especially his dad who doesn't like coyotes and now there's a wolf in the house! Walking back to the washroom, Calen could see the wolf and another smile came upon his face. The thought of having a wolf for a pet would be something out of the ordinary and he couldn't wait to call Natalie. Placing the items down he again sat close to the wolf, preparing the clean the wounds with a cloth wet with alcohol.

"Ok boy this is going to sting a lil bit."

The wolf whimpered as the stinging of the alcohol shot throughout his body. The alcohol felt like knives stabbing at his cuts. He wanted to get up and run but something in him made him feel safe with the teen. He dealt with the pain.

"That's a good boy; yeah I know it hurts buddy but I don't want you getting any bad infections."

Realizing he forgot the bandaging, Calen got up and went back to the medicine cabinet. He fumbled through the drawers looking for the ACE bandage his dad had. When he found it, he closed the drawer and turned to find the wolf standing in the door way. A surge of panic filled the teen. He knew the wolf was weak but the fact he didn't hear the wolf walk towards the bathroom was a bit scary. The wolf sensed the panic and simply sat down and wagged his tail. He hoped this would somehow ease the teen down.

It did.

"Boy what are you doing here?" Calen said walking towards the beast.

"You shouldn't be walking right now. You need to rest and get your strength back." He slowly knelt down to the wolf and petted him on the head. This brought comfort to the wolf. Wolves aren't known for being gentle and yet here was this wolf big, and scary letting a human pet him as if he were a common house dog. But the beast felt he couldn't be away from the human for too long. After watching the teen get up, he followed him back to the wash room.

"There we go, just let me tie the bandage up a bit snug and we are good to go boy...boy...hmm I think I need to give you a name. I can't be calling you 'boy' all the time."

"Let's see...how about Fido?" chuckled Calen. The wolf gave a groan of displeasure as if to say YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

"Ok Fido is out, how about Lex?"

The wolf wagged his tail for approval.

"Ok Lex it is then. So are you hungry Lex?"

The wolf gave a small yelp. "Yeah I bet you are- lets see what we have."

Calen went looking for food in the washroom. He knew giving the wolf dog food wouldn't be the smartest choice, so he went to the kitchen and got out some ham and milk. He cut a huge piece of the spiral ham left over from the other night and a few thin slices for a sandwich for himself and some milk to warm up for the wolf. Placing the bowl down and the paper plate with the ham, Calen sat next to the wolf. Both happily eating their food and enjoying the solitude company. Calen was thinking on what he could say to his parents about the wolf. He was really worried about his father. First he didn't like having animals in the house, second he didn't like any kind of wild predator. They've had problems with coyotes killing livestock in the past. And now here was this injured wolf in the house eating leftovers.

Calen heard the engine of the truck pull up into the drive way. He quickly got up and headed to meet his parents.. Nerves shot through his stomach not knowing what was going to happen.

"Calen help your dad with the groceries please," said Calen's mom as she opened the truck's door.

"Sure thing mom, but I need to talk to you guys real quick. I brought a new pet home."

"What kind of pet son- I hope not another dog," griped Calen's dad.

"No...not a dog dad but its something different for sure."

"He was hurt badly and well I had to bring him home."

"What is it Calen?" asked Calen's dad trying to carry four bags of groceries. "If it's a dog just tell us buddy...we won't get too upset if that's what you are thinking."

"It's not a dog but its something close to it," the teen said nervously trying to block his parents from entering the wash room.

"Lord don't tell me it's a coyote...listen son I know you have been wanting one as a pet but they are dangerous and have diseases and they kill livestock," huffed Calen's dad.

"No it's not a coyote dad...it's a wolf...a black wolf."

Both parents looked at each other, knowing very well wolves aren't common around here. "Son, what are going on about? There are no wolves here."

"It's true dad; you know I don't lie!" Calen responded as he walked towards the door to the wash room. He hoped his dad wouldn't do anything to the wolf. He already felt a closeness to Lex and didn't want his dad doing anything to hurt him.

"He's really hurt so please don't scream mom or freak out dad...PLEASE!"

Slowly Calen opened the door. He could hear the soft whimpers of the wolf on the other side of the door. He knew he couldn't hide the beast so he decided he might as well show his parents the animal and the neat way he cleaned the wounds.

"Mom and dad meet Lex!"

As Calen opened the door, the wolf walked of the wash room. Both parents did a double take and both nearly dropped the bags of groceries.

"OH MY GOD CALEN!" screamed Calen's mom Vivian.

"SON GET AWAY FROM THERE THAT'S A DAMN WOLF!" shouted Greg, Calen's dad.

"You guys I said not to scream like that!"

"I know it's a wolf but he's pretty cool and isn't mean." Calen said proudly as the wolf sat right next to him, putting a hand over his head.

Calen's parents cautiously walked towards their son, trying not to make any sudden movements to freak out the beast. They both knew Calen had a special way with animals and knew that Calen would never put himself or his parents in any kind of danger. Slowly they crept up to their son. The wolf saw the fear in the parent's eyes. He wagged his tail hoping that would settle them down thinking maybe wolves are like dogs and wag their tales to show happiness. Greg got closer to his son and his son's new pet and saw the bandaging he did on the wolf.

"Did a nice job there son, what happened to him?"

"I don't know dad. I went walking out back and when I was on my way home, I saw him in the distance."

Calen looked at the wolf and sighed.

"He fell to the ground and I slowly went up to him. When I did that I saw the bad cuts on his side."

"So then I took off my coat and wrapped it around..."

"CALEN MICHAEL ORTIZ I HOPE YOU DID NOT WRAP THAT THING IN YOUR NEW COAT!" Calen's mom shouted sternly about the $150 dollar coat they bought for him.

"No mom it's not that one. I used the older one to wrap him with."

"So...can I keep him...I mean lookit...he is harmless. And as cold as it gets at night he would probably die out there in the wild. I couldn't let that happen."

Calen's dad looked at his son and the wolf.

"I don't know son. This isn't just some stray dog...this is a wolf."

"As it is, the ranchers here shoot coyotes and stray dogs. I can only imagine what they would do to..."

"Lex...his name is Lex!"

"Well I can only imagine what they would do to 'Lex'."

Looking at the three of them, Calen's mom knew what they were thinking.

"I don't care just as long as he doesn't shit in the yard," exclaimed Vivian. Both dad and son gave a chuckle and proceeded to enter the house.

*****

"So what are you going to do with him Cal?" asked Natalie.

"I don't know. He was hurt badly and prolly could of died, so I guess keep him."

Calen and Natalie were in the living room in Calen's house. Lex made himself comfortable on Calen's lap. He became part of the family in the short 2 weeks he was there.. Even Calen's mom bought him a new dog collar; black with "LEX" printed on it. Lex took a liking to Natalie. He felt the closeness between the two friends and it pleased him that Natalie made Calen happy. At first he was cautious with her. His first thought was that Natalie was Calen's girlfriend. He smelled her scent on him a lot. He wanted nothing more than to scare her away. But after really seeing them two together, he saw their true relationship. He felt relief.

"So what do you feed him...Kibbles N' Bits?" Natalie said as she laughed out loud.

Taking a pillow, Calen gently tossed it towards Natalie. The pillow hit her in the head and softly messed up her hair.

"Asshole you messed up my hair...now I have to call Pablo to fix it for me again."

"Please it looked shitty even before the pillow hit you," teased Calen.

Natalie got up and playfully tackled Calen. Both rolled around calling each other silly names and laughing at the same time. Lex wagged his tail in delight. Inside he couldn't help but laugh at their playful banter. The way they acted was more like little cubs play fighting. It only made him want his rescuer more!

"UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE!" yelled Calen as Natalie twisted his arm behind him.

"GIVE IT UP BITCH YOU ARE MINE!" Natalie whispered in Calen's ear and then started tickling him.

"OK NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE...I GIVE UP I GIVE UP!" Calen exclaimed with an exhausted breathe.

"You better recognize!" Natalie said as she got off of Calen. Lex just stood there looking at his future mate. All he could do was laugh inside.

Calen and Natalie's bond had always been strong. They are of no relation but their relationship rivals that of true siblings. They connected in more ways that would boggle other people's minds. They did everything together. Most thought of them as a couple, but that wasn't the case. Calen always knew he was different than most other guys. He always knew he was gay but kept it to himself. The only other person who knew was Natalie. She felt honored that he would come out to her. Because of that openness, they knew their friendship would always last.

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"5,4,3,2,1.....HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Natalie's parents threw their annual New Year Eve party every year. Calen and his parents had always attended since their kids were small. It was a tradition for them.

"Happy New Years Nat!"

"Happy New Years to you too Calen," Natalie said as she embraced her best friend.

The party started to wind down and people were getting ready to go. Calen knew he had to get home soon to feed Lex.

"Well Nat my folks and I are heading out. Thanks again for the leftovers, Lex will appreciate it!"

"Well I know how close you are to Lexy, and well I'm sure he's probably starving and waiting for you to get home."

"I swear if you call him Lexy again I'm going to bite you and give you rabbies!" Calen said as he tried to get Natalie's arm to playfully bite her.

"I swear if you bite me I will castrate you with a freakin butter knife!"

Both friends laughed and hugged each other. And as always, pinched each others butts.

Calen headed towards the truck with his parents. He couldn't wait to get home to see, and feed his wolf. He hadn't told anyone about his new pet. Like what his father said, he didn't want anything bad to happen to Lex. It would be too much to bear if some harm came Lex's way. So with that Calen got into the truck and headed home. His new companion was waiting for him at the door. Normally, Greg doesn't like animals in the house. He didn't want them causing messes in any room or making the house smell. But come to find out Lex was probably the cleanest animal they ever knew. No stains. No smells. Nothing. It was for that reason, and the fact he was a wolf, that they kept him inside the house.

"Hey Lex how's it going?" asked Calen trying to hold the wolf back form getting the plate of food.

"Look boy, Nat sent some good food for ya, hope you like it...what am I saying...of COURSE you are going to like it!"

Calen carefully put the plate down and peeled away the saran wrap. Lex went to town on the plate, munching down on the food as if there was no tomorrow. Less than a minute passes and the plate was completely clean.

"Dang boy you were hungry huh? Well let me go change clothes and we can go pass out on the bed. I know I won't be getting up early!"

Both wolf and young man headed down the hall way into the teen's bedroom. As soon as Calen closed the door, he took of his shirt and threw it on the floor. This was the first time seeing Calen shirtless and it sent an erotic charge down the wolf's body. When the teen turned to face the wolf, he saw the light treasure trail leading from his belly button. It was too much to bear and the wolf whimpered out of frustration. Concerned, Calen went to see what was wrong.

"What's the matter pup, are your cuts bothering you again?"

"They shouldn't be since they are healing pretty quickly."

The wolf just stared at Calen with no expression.

"Are you still hungry?"

"No?"

"Does your stomach hurt? I wouldn't be surprised since you scarfed down all that food so fast!"

Something did hurt, but it wasn't his stomach. He felt the twitch of his cock and tried to put weight on it so it would go down. It did help some but then it was made worse when Calen took off his pants and revealed his boxer briefs. He slowly crawled into bed. Lex couldn't decide which pain was worse; the cuts he had or his erection.




Found



In due time, you will be mine!

The wolf laid down near his rescuer and fell asleep beside him, breathing in the intoxicating smell of his chosen.

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"LEX......LEX..............WHERE ARE YOU?" shouted Calen.

"Dad have you seen Lex?"

"No I haven't son, what's wrong?"

"After I came home from school, I went into my room to let him out and he wasn't there. I asked mom and she said she hadn't let him out or seen him."

"I'm worried dad."

"I know son. Did you make sure you closed the door right to your room before you left?"

"Yes I closed it right and even told mom to see if I did. She also locked all the doors before she left to go see Mildred. There is no possible way he could of gotten out."

"Are you sure you didn't let him out dad?" asked Calen.

Frantic, Calen tried figuring out what to do and where Lex would go. He felt his heart beating faster and the thought of loosing Lex was too much to think about right now.

"Look son I have no reason to go and let him out like that, so don't go blaming me." Calen's dad said sternly. He knew how much the wolf meant to his son and he would never do anything to jeopardize that. Hell, even he was starting to grow fond of the animal!

"Sorry dad, I didn't mean to..."

"I know son, you are close to Lex and if I was in your position I'd be just as worried."

"Can we go look for him dad...please?"

"Sure thing. Let me go get my flashlight and I think your mom bought some ham. Maybe he will smell it and come to us.."

After weeks of searching, Calen came to the realization that Lex was gone for good. He felt so sad and betrayed by the wolf. His parents and Natalie tried cheering him up but he knew he would never get over the fact of not having Lex. Calen opened up his text book and started doing his homework. He felt his heart hurting. He loved his wolf. He loved the closeness of the wolf. He loved the protection the wolf gave him. This was proven when during their last walks together, a big cougar startled them. Hungry and pissed, the big cat was eager to get his next meal and was looking at the teen in delight. Lex stood his ground. NO ONE was going to ever hurt his mate! Even though he was better he wasn't sure if his strength was fully back. The secret outings at night of running wasn't enough he thought to bring him back to his usual self. Still, he was willing to do anything to protect his love.

What seemed like forever, Lex brought down the cougar. He had the large cat by it's throat and was waiting to deliver the last bit of strength he had to kill the cat, when he heard Calen say PLEASE BOY...STOP! These simple words controlled him and could not do anything but to let the cat go.

"Cal, what's up, I haven't heard from you in a week...what gives?" asked Natalie.

"Hey...sorry I haven't called you lately. Lex is still missing and I'm pretty bummed about it."

"Oh I'm sorry Cal. I tried looking over here at my place for tracks or something but didn't find anything, only some foot prints of a person."

"Really! I saw some footprints here myself not long after Lex left. I wonder who's they belong too?"

"That's strange Cal. I have no clue what to tell you. Listen, I need to go run some errands so I will talk to you later ok. But I am sorry you haven't found Lex."

"Thanks Nat...bye."



Found – A Treasure from the...



Found – A Treasure from the Outer Islands

"Aloha, Lieutenant, I'm here to give you a massage..."

She smiled, partly because she was supposed to smile as part of the professional service... and partly, well, perhaps mostly, because she had been correct. The beautiful man she had served in the dining room, the man dining alone at one of her tables, the man in the white naval officer's uniform, was the same man in Room 108 who had made an appointment for a message... a 'deluxe massage.' On that basis alone she was pleased at herself for finding another opportunity to be of service to him.

The man had enjoyed an excellent seafood entrée in the dinning room and now after another stint reviewing his work for the following day, welcomed the young lady for the message as arranged with the front desk hours before. What surprised him – what really surprised him, was that the beautiful Hawaiian girl waiting tables in the dining room, who had caught his eye earlier... and he had been so very pleased to have maneuvered himself into one of her tables... was the same girl standing before him this very moment. And now she was even more enchanting that she had been earlier. She still wore her flowered Hawaiian headdress, but had shed her form fitting blue dress and flower lei for a white Bikini bottoms and a fresh, even fuller lei covering her bare breasts. Earlier observations were thus confirmed, and his very positive appraisal of her trim figure, full breasts, and fluid movements was just as accurate as that of her bright smile, flashing eyes, and sparkling personality.

"And good evening to you, Maili (Mai'-lee), how nice to see you again... Won't you please come in?"

The young girl stepped into his room, slipped out of her sandals, and felt her confidence collapse in a heap.

"You do massages as well? A very talented girl! I think that's wonderful." He was trying to be light and cheerful, but once inside his hotel room and the door closed, it was perfectly obvious to him that she was anxious and insecure. She stood with her arms across her breasts under the flowers, head bowed slightly and eyes downcast, and, he noticed immediately, her delightful smile had fled. What, he wondered to himself, made her suddenly so afraid? In the dining room she had been very self confident and efficient, to say nothing about personable and relaxed with him.

"What's wrong, Maili? Is something not right?" he asked her softly.

She seemed at first not to hear him and made no move. He saw her posture was erect, and she was a taller girl than many, the top of her head with her beautiful flowers reaching to just above his shoulder, but her head was bowed. In her flowered finery, colorful and fragrant, and very little else, she was, he could hardly ignore the observation, a stunningly beautiful young lady, and even more attractive to him than she had been in the dining room.

"I've never done this before...."

He thought her voice full of anxiety, almost child-like and fearful.

"A massage, you mean...?"

"A 'deluxe' massage."

"What is the difference between a regular massage and a 'deluxe' massage?

She seemed unable to respond to his simple question, and gently, with a finger under her chin, he lifted her pretty face to him. Her eyes spoke volumes of her vulnerability and innocence. It was not that he was more experienced, for he was not, and did not engage girls for intimate services, as this was not his way. He was sufficiently aware, however, that such services were readily available, and sensed now that 'deluxe' included not only more than a normal massage, but also some idea as to what the additional services might be. Now her eyes were sheltered again by her full, dark lashes.

"What makes a 'deluxe' massage, Maili? What makes you so anxious?" His words were soft and subdued, seeking now both confirmation of his guesses, as well as quieting her fears, for it meant a great deal to him for her not to be afraid of him or what might happen between them.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes, realizing at his question that he did not know. What words could she use to tell him? She thought sure he would have known, since he was paying. "It means," her voice was near to breaking as she struggled, "it means you get..." and this is what made her anxious, "to keep me all night if you want me."

No, he had not known that significant detail. How careless, he criticized himself, for not asking at the desk earlier and clarifying that.

She looked up at him with big tears in her pretty eyes, her tears catching the soft candlelight all about them flickering lightly in the gentle breezes off the lanai. The delicate fragrance of her many flowers was already filling his room and his head, even as she filled his thoughts and imagination with her shy, youthful beauty. He thought her an extraordinarily beautiful girl; very pretty features, expressive eyes, and a sweet smile that was very beguiling... though she was not smiling now. Without her sandals, and except for the bit of cotton at her hips, she was completely nude. Her flowers and the glossy green leaves, both those about her head and those around her neck, were full blossoms of several kinds, and her two or three leis tumbled down over her breasts, sheltering them from his eyes even as they left tantalizing glimpses and delightful curves evident on the fringes. He had not ever seen a girl so fetching, in both her personality and mannerisms, as well as the form and functioning of her body.

The issue at hand now, was, of course, that, he concluded, he had unknowingly ordered up the services of one of the hotel's girls for the night... and here she was, open and dazzling, but the real issue was that it hurt inside him somewhere that this Hawaiian beauty, who had served him dinner, turned out to be... well, 'available.' He had enough time in the Islands to know, too, that the Hawaiians did not look upon intimacy with the same stringent standards as those haoles from the mainland; even so, his experience to date was that any girl so involved held for him little attraction, since he was looking for a deeper, more lasting relationship with the right girl.

"Maili," he was grasping for a moment to rebalance things, trying to ignore his first impression, and find again their pleasant exchange from the dining room, "let's sit and talk a little, and get to know each other." That's what he had hoped to do earlier in the dining room, but there had been no chance. He took her one hand, at her shoulder and covering herself shyly, and drew her with him to the settee.

"What makes you so anxious?" He could put two and two together and get four. She was young and a novice, very possibly a virgin, and he figured he could perhaps rework the equation and come up with five. It was, in any case, worth a try, and cost nothing.

She looked at him curiously, repeating her previous words with her voice trembling, "I have never been... with a man ... all night and... at all... and, I don't know what to do." Her confession stirred his natural tenderness for a beautiful girl. She honest and open, heartbreakingly beautiful, and she was a virgin, and suddenly the answer was coming up 'five.'

"You do know about massage, right?" He was fishing for additional clarity.

"Oh, yes, lieutenant," she responded quickly, "I am really good at massage, and will give you the very best ever, but...." She could not bring herself to tell him any more of her ignorance.

He quickly placed a tender finger to her lips to quiet her, and her eyes questioned his intent.

"Maili, my name is Gene. To you, I would like to be just Gene, a man who appreciates your beauty and welcomes your companionship... and will not ever hurt you." He wanted her with him, ever since the dining room he had wanted her, and hoped now to still her anxiety and let her know she was safe with him.

She was kneeling on the settee facing him, anxious not to disappoint him in any way, and thankful for his kind manner with her. This nice man did not laugh at her for being inexperienced, not make fun. He was just as nice as she had hoped.

"You have not..." she heard him ask softly, "been with a man before?"

Feeling her youth and inexperience almost painfully, she sat mute. The other girls, all older than she, talked rather freely of their experiences with men at the hotel and other places, and she felt like a child, unknowing and more than a little fearful, and, in response to his question dropped her eyes, and, at last, shook her head slightly. Had he not been looking at her, he would not have noticed the motion at all.

Once again, she felt his gentle finger under the her chin, lifting her face to him. 

"You don't have to be afraid with me, Maili." His voice was kind and reassuring to her. "I won't hurt you in any way. How old are you, young lady?"

"Eighteen." If she just said it like that he might think she was nearly nineteen.

"Eighteen, since when?"

"Since," the defeat of her little plan sounded in her voice, "since three days ago." She couldn't stop trembling. 

"Happy birthday, Maili." He smiled at her and she smiled back, a brief, wan smile. 

"And the boys at school? Have they touched you?"

After a shy pause she nodded silently.

"Did they touch your breasts?"

She could not answer at first, feeling his probing into hurtful memories, and then, finally, nodded again.

"Did they put their hands up your dress, between your legs?"

Even as he held her hand gently, trying to reassure her, she felt the heat in her cheeks as she blushed. Once again, her response was a simple nod of her head.

"Did they hurt you?"

His question was kind enough, but the memory was scary. There had been three of them, classmates, boys her own age, overheated by hormones and seeking a thrill. They'd felt her up briefly, and two held her while each in turn raised her dress and touched her between her legs, poked their fingers into her as she squirmed and begged them to leave her alone. And then, finally, they'd disappeared, leaving her in the dark corner of the old shed, terrified, crying, and feeling desparately compromised.

As the memory passed she looked up at him in the room's soft candlelight, big tears in her eyes, and nodded yet again. She had entered first her initials on the checklist and now his room with a fragile confidence founded on nervous energy, a heavy dose of fear, and a intuitive sense of this man's goodness, based on nothing more than their few exciting exchanges as she waited on him at his table earlier that evening. She felt a driving need for this man's acceptance. He had been pleasant and cheerful with her, had complemented her on her beautiful lei po`o (headdress) and her flashing eyes. He had made her feel special by his warm smile and gentlemanly manner. Had she misread him? From across the room she had caught glimpses of him as he dined, and noticed his strange table manners. One of the older waitresses noticed, too, and said the handsome man was very European, using the fork in his left, the knife in his right hand. Somewhere on the Continent, she had thought, Holland or Germany, perhaps. They had tourists from Europe sometimes, and she had seen it before. Neither had ever seen an American eat that way. It seemed odd, because he was obviously not a tourist, not in his white naval officer's uniform. Fascinating! She had wanted him to be...to be, well, someone special... a man who might... well, perhaps, love her. 

Now she was yet more deeply involved for sure, sitting before him on the sofa, giving herself to him, to Gene. Did he want her? 

She had seen his room number on the list for massage work that evening when she checked for jobs to earn a little extra. Only when she had checked room numbers listed against the guest register did she realize that the party in #108 ordering the massage was the same man who had signed his dining room bill with his room number... Lieutenant Eugene Keller, U. S. Navy.

He had requested a deluxe massage at 8 PM in his room. She knew that the other girls looked for such opportunities because of the extra money. The hotel manager had not yet allowed her to take such assignments because she was under age, and he had not yet 'trained' her, as he said. She didn't like the manager, and his leering at her so often made her anxious, if not actually terrified at the prospects of the training and his 'taking' her, to which he frequently made very pointed reference. The manager, however, had been these last five days on the big island at a conference, and she was now three days over eighteen and still not 'trained.' Nevertheless, it was not really the money, nor her fear of the manager's training that motivated her. She had looked at the listing on the clipboard in the office and, thinking of the handsome man at her table in the dining room who made her tingle all over, initialed the space on the checklist as the girl who would that night serve the guest in #108... the man who so inspired her confidence and hope... and... and touched her heart. 

She had had just enough time after her shift in the dining room to get ready. She gathered from the hotel shop two fresh leis matching her lei po`o, then headed for her room to get her most special massage oils and freshen up for him. More than she herself recognized she was doing this for him, the magnificent man at the dining doom table she had served that evening. She was infatuated with him... single, evidently, at least alone this evening, handsome and dashing in his uniform, pleasant and complementary, she felt the draw of his masculinity. She was young and innocent, but also alone in the world with only distant family on the island, and lonely and seeking deep inside something desparately important, for which yearning she had as yet not found words to define. 

On time, dressed as stipulated for a 'deluxe massage,' and with her youthful heart almost wrenching inside her with anxiety, she had knocked softly on #108.

Now, on the settee, unsure of what to do, she waited for him to lead her. When he leaned forward, closer to her, she felt like her world was coming undone. The intensity in his blue eyes drew her like a moth to a flame, and she leaned forward slightly to meet him... and he kissed her!

She had never been kissed like that! 

When once a girl has experienced such a kiss, all other kisses in her past, and Maili had but one or two from boys of a very much lesser quality, disappear into the shadows. With his kiss he captured her... her attention, her respect, her confidence, her heart, her very being. She was far too young and innocent to have known to what she had opened her heart as she initialed the block on the clipboard. Yet his attention to her in the dining room had stirred something deep inside her, and, though she neither knew nor understood what was happening to her heart, she felt it just as distinctly as she felt the soft caress of his lips on hers, she felt the fluttering in her breast....

He had his own ideas as to the kind of girl that he wanted to be his, to whom he could give his heart along with the safety of his arm and the security of his labors. He had seen and known several beautiful girls over several years, but little Miss Perfect had not yet appeared. There were some good dozen serving girls that evening waiting tables in the large, crowded dining room open on one side to the cool sea breezes, but to him Maili's cheerful smile, her lithe, feminine movements, and exquisite beauty stood out from the others like a lone candle in the window on a dark night to a sailor's heart seeking refuge. She was... well, he could find no word that would really say it all, but she was beautiful beyond his fondest imaginings.

From his two years in the Islands, he knew enough to evaluate her heritage, generally, from her appearance. In the dining room at first, appearance was all he had to go on. Her Hawaiian heritage dominated, but there were Europeans somewhere in her background, and the mixture gave forth in her person a strikingly beautiful expression of the best of both... the very best. Every man sees a girl from a different perspective; he saw more than just her pretty face and long hair and trim figure, and the fluid gracefulness of her movements. He had learned during her frequent stops at his table – to bring him a menu and welcome him with her bright smile, to take his order, to refill his water glass, fetch another glass of Ginger Ale, inquire as to whether the Mahi Mahi pleased him, to see that his every need was met – that he found in her an intelligent, thoughtful, and alert young lady, with skill and attention to detail and a pleasant manner. She was pleasant even to the man and his wife a few tables away, tourists who became rather upset over some detail, and never lost her composure in soothing his ruffled feathers. In that incident he had been able to observe her 'under fire,' so to speak, and thought her remarkably steady and capable in the face of stress. These kinds of things counted a great deal for him. He wanted more than pretty face and legs spread for his pleasure; he wanted a companion. He sought a girl beautiful and playful and willing, but also, and for him just as important, a girl of substance and intellect and integrity, a girl who would share his passion and love, and stand by his side. Some of the fellows claimed that all the girls looked the same in the dark. Yes, he considered that a shallow and cheap approach, even as, he commiserated ruefully, that it may be technically true. For the lieutenant, however, the entire matter devolved around the scope and detail of the design specification. For the girl he sought, his was more lengthy, and involved, and demanding than many, indeed, most; if not all. It didn't bother him much that they said he was too picky; she was out there somewhere, his ideal, and one day he would find her.

The opportunity to observe had been somewhat limited in the dining room setting, yet this girl with the attractive flowered headdress – she said it was a lei po`o, a new Hawaiian word for him – like unto a princess, and matching leis about her neck, both with bright flowers and glossy green leaves, and her sweet smile and dancing eyes... Maili was her name, she had told him...this Hawaiian girl, stopping to chat with him whenever her table tending allowed, had captured his attention more than had any other for many a day. Yes, many a day... he could not recall, actually, the last time a girl so touched his heart.

Now, she knelt before him on the sofa, but with big tears in her eyes, those big brown eyes that had flashed so cheerfully for him at dinner... now she knelt before him, vulnerable, innocent, trusting, and...and now, at his light kiss, those eyes were twinkling brightly for him through her tears... and she was smiling again.

There had been this evening, he felt, one earthshaking surprise after another, but since he had opened to her soft knock, not a moment to think clearly, as if, in her so very delectable presence, clear thinking of any kind were possible at all. He had looked forward to the massage after several demanding days, and had now ferreted out an understanding of what deluxe entailed. Fine. His oversight presented him now with the prospect of keeping her with him all night, and that was a surprise, a very pleasant surprise. He would keep her with him; yes, her would. That much, at least, he had decided.

"Hmmm, Maili, you are a delightful girl, and the most beautiful young lady in the world when you're kissed, do you know that?"




Found – A Treasure from the...



The fluttering in her heart made her tremble with emotion. Her hopeful girl's heart basked in his soothing words, and his approval and acceptance washed from her being all her anxiety. She could not help but smile at him, heart swelling and radiating to him her joy at pleasing him.

He turned therewith from his earlier line of questions. She was trembling as he lifted her beautiful flowers, her several lei`ā`ī (leis around her neck), from her so they would not be crushed and draped them carefully over the back of the sofa. Gene turned to her and considered the exquisite beauty of the young girl before him, her perfection and charm... and, and then drew Maili gently into his arms, and kissed her again. He held her lightly and allowed her to feel his strength about her, inviting her to relax and be at ease with him. They talked for a while, and he drew out of her gently, with kind and interested questions, sufficient of her family and situation to assess to his satisfaction. He asked her about her name, what it meant in Hawaiian, and she explained about her mother had named her for the beautiful maili tree, and how the leaves in her lei po`o, how the maili leaves, dark green and glossy, contrasted with the bright colors of the flowers. She smiled at him as she spoke, and he could feel, he thought, her very heart opening to him. He had been wearing a soft t-shirt and swim trunks as she arrived, and now discarded his shirt and drew this girl close to him. Feeling her beautiful body in his arms led him to make decisions for the both of them.

He kissed her again as she lay, bare breasted and comfy in his arms, and then scattered kisses across her pretty face, and down the slope of her throat and up the swell of her one breast, feeling the gathering tension and labored breathing of arousal in her youthful body. She began a throaty whimpering he found very feminine, and after just a few of his kisses to her sensitive breasts, he felt her thrust herself up to him for yet more attention. And he did give her perfect breasts more attention, making her whimper softly in his arms, aroused and submissive, wanting... even begging his attention. He drew her closer, and she came willingly, vulnerable and open, one arm around his neck, and he felt her pressing herself to his chest... wonderful beyond imagining.

He also wanted her... and cautioned himself to move slowly so as not to scare her. He let a time pass where they did not speak, and he let the emotional energy dissipate as he held her securely. As she snuggled to him, he considered her carefully, the young girl in his arms, considered the beautiful curves in her back and legs, her delicate and sensitive responses to his caresses, her evident desire to be his... and, he let himself feel her hope, his not just for the night. 

Having arrived at a relatively accurate assessment of the fascinating creature in his arms, the girl who was now his for the night, and, he thought, for longer than just the night, if he wanted her, he sat her up and rose from the sofa. With her one hand in his, he drew her forward and could sense that she held her breath in anticipation. 

"Yes," he said quietly, looking carefully at her hand, "yes, with these skillful," he caressed her hand and her long fingers, slowly and with feeling, "with these beautiful and capable hands, I'm sure that you give outstanding massages. I look forward to your ministrations, Maili."

Holding her hand, he led her to the massage table, but stopped halfway, opening the drawer under the table by the door and withdrawing the envelope and laying it atop the table for her. He drew her then aside, as if to step into another world, another presence, another ambiance altogether. "Darling, tonight you are not a not a hotel employee, not a masseuse, not a serving girl in the dining room...." What was he saying really? He hesitated briefly, wondering at the surging emotions in his heart, then continued, "Tonight you are my sweetheart."

She had not the intimate experience with men to recognize what all was transpiring, but she felt things changing. She had worked in the dining room for almost a year, and had been giving massages to older women for just these last several weeks only, but never to men, since, being underage, the hotel would not dare the risk. Yet Maili was somehow aware, perhaps it was the intuition of a young woman, of the shifting nature of their relationship. The significance of his envelop on the table went right over her head. She had thought he might kiss her again, and felt the tingling inside her that welcomed his attention. When he called her his sweetheart, it was for her as had he opened the windows to the morning sunshine after a dark night. The warmth in her heart at this man's acceptance was a thrill she had never known. Maili felt the soothing warmth of his love and regard for her, and wanted to be his.

She had never given a massage to a man before, and the prospect suddenly both frightened and excited her. Housekeeping had earlier delivered and set up the massage table, and she needed only the briefest moment for her preparations while he changed in the bathroom. In the process of preparing for him she was thrilled at him wanting her as a sweetheart, and forgot about her anxieties, her trepidation... her near nudity. His treating her so tenderly, and his kissing her, left her tingly all over and happy, and pleased to be bare breasted for him, feeling pretty for him in just her lei po`o. He was no longer 'the lieutenant in #108' but 'Gene.' Having welcomed him into her heart, she felt herself being drawn into his... feeling his arms all about her, and his holding her and his kisses. Her heart and head were reeling. Gene loved her, she was sure of it, and she repeated his name to herself as she worked and dreamed. Gene. Gene, that name for him in her heart now a very much more exalted title than any naval rank could possible bestow. Her feelings about Gene, who had called her his sweetheart, made for a delightful tingling in her beasts and she felt her nipples tighten to hard little nubs, again, remembering his soft kisses. Amid such distractions, she lit the candle to warm her most special oil briefly over a little burner, and prepared the sheets and headrest and the towels for him. He was a very handsome man. What would it be like, she wondered to herself, to give massage to a man... to be in love with him?

The few brief moments in the bathroom allowed for a rough plan to take shape in his head. He would keep her with him all night, and he was not due out at Barking Sands for the conference until just before lunch the following day. That's all the more plan he could evolve for the present. Wearing the bath towel like a lava lava, he emerged to find her, tall and beautiful and smiling, her hands clasped at her waist, waiting for him. Her openness and sweet smile were to his heart like a breath of spring.

It was tricky, but not too difficult to first sit on the table and then roll over onto his stomach for the first part of her work. Nor was it at all difficult to relax under her care. Face down, head in the little ring holder, he could see and study her ankles and feet as she worked on his shoulders. They were pretty and very feminine, her toenails painted a soft dusky pink, and the candid view of her as she pushed and poked and pounded, kept his thoughts on her... as had been any inclination to wander.

Maili's hands and fingers were stronger than he had thought probable, and she seemed to know just where to push and pull to loosen the tension in his shoulders. Her feminine touch was just delightful. She'd poke and prod, and then work the heel of her hand into a muscle. Down his back, she worked, one muscle after another, and up again, pounding sometimes with her fists, and then working the muscles, he could feel her skill drawing off the tension of the last few days. He could also feel, he began to think, her feelings for him. Maili was very attentive, he noticed, to his every desire, anxious not to pound on him too hard – as if she really could – and, then too, asked several times where he felt the tension in his muscles. Still, apart from her attentive manner, she clearly knew excellent and effective massage techniques. Marvelous, absolutely marvelous!

She told Gene how she could feel the tightness in his neck and back, and that she would work extra hard to help him relax. She found her studies and experience with older women was but a beginning to knowing how to give a man a proper massage. Any sense of inadequacy was, nevertheless, overruled by the thrills Gene awakened in her with his cuddling her, his kisses, and his approval, and thus she willingly bent every possible effort within her capacity to bring him pleasure and sooth his stress. Still, such muscle mass she had not encountered before; large, incredibly hard cords in his neck and arms and legs, sheets of steel across his back and thighs that dissolved under her hands only with considerable work... work, and success, that he clearly enjoyed, judging from his moans and relaxed condition. Without any limit on time, she consciously decided to work on Gene until he was happy and said to stop. She was determined to give him her very best. She knew, too, that the lion's share of her work was more efficient working on him laying face down, and running her hands over his back and shoulders, working in the oil and feeling him relax under her touch, was at first a professional high, and she began to feel that she could handle the men's massage without great trouble. This was actually fun, to work on his body and feel the power and strength in him. At one point she decided to use her elbows too to work out the tension in his shoulders and back, and leaning over him brought her another thrill when her bare breasts swished lightly along his shoulder... and her nipples dragging across his muscles fired a jolt of electricity through her body, causing her to shake and tremble in reaction. Oh, my, she gasped to herself, hoping he had not noticed. That made it all the more fun and encouraging to give him her very best effort. 

At last, even so, the time came when she was pleased that she had done everything she could for Gene while face down. It was time to turn over, which presented them both with new challenges. She was immediately very conscious of his looking at her with those piercing blue eyes of his, and yet in the same breath, the warmth for her she saw there thrilled her way deep inside and made her tingle. She didn't notice much else for the moment.

Holding his one arm at her side, Mali was concentrating on the tendons and muscles in his bicep and then forearm, impressed with the strength of his body, when she was suddenly surprised to feel his fingers caressing the side of her breast. She slowed and looked down at him, and found him smiling at her, and she felt her insides dissolve quickly into mush. His hand was gentle and his fingers kind to her, and his touch was to her as precious as life itself. When Gene took her entire breast into his big hand, she experienced a thrill the likes of which she had never imagined, and on its own a plaintive little whimper rose in her throat. His taking possession of her that way made her giddy, and feeling his fingers moving on her... and then his thumb swept over her nipple and she nearly cried out in pleasure. Oh, please, Gene, she whimpered... please... she knew not what to ask, but being close to him was heaven itself. And the urgent tightness between her legs was back, and she had a very intense craving for him to hold her.

When Gene's hand slid slowly down her body, his abandoning her breast felt almost as were he abandoning her, and she whimpered softly her growing neediness, not sure where to turn, until he slipped his hand between her legs and she felt immediately another thrill, and certainly abandoned no longer. She felt his hand claiming her, gently demanding her submission as he lifted her, lifted his hand between her legs, lifted only slightly and with a strength that thrilled her to wonderment, intensifying dramatically the throbbing in her entire being. Her pleasure, simple but very intense pleasure at his holding her so, took her breath away and made her woozy with arousal. 

Aware only that she wanted him now closer yet, and that the cotton was now somehow in the way, she pulled the ties loose on each hip, and pleaded with her eyes that he might keep her and love her and allow her to spend all her days pleasing and loving him. Holding her very essence in his strong hand, she surrendered herself to him willingly and forever, inspired of his kind and tender way. She could feel his love, and she reveled in his possession of her. Maili loved with a full heart... and she loved Gene.

After a tender interlude with her on his hand, wiggling and responding to his possession of her and wiggling his fingers and playing with her body, he rolled off the table, stripped away casually the white cotton, and thrust his right arm into the wetness between her legs and lifted her up, her own weight forcing her sensitive and engorged clitoris against the bulge of his bicep as she straddled the crook in his arm. She squealed her surprise and thrill at his handling her so, but grasped at his hair and shoulders too to keep from falling. In a flash he made her gasp again; carrying her, his arm between her legs, her head on his shoulder and her one breast in his mouth, and she was floating in a world of intense pleasure.

He was preparing her first to want him, need him, seek and almost beg for him, then receive him willingly, and give herself to him... this night and for the rest of their lives beyond. Her eyes were alternately wide with amazement and glazed over with passion, and at one point he lifted her headdress from her and set it carefully aside, next to the pillow. His kiss and caress were at first tender and then more intense, building the flames high and higher, and seeking out her intimate places and branding her with his fire. 

Nothing the older girls had ever said about men even remotely approached the thrill Gene was lavishing on her now. Another thrill followed the one before it, each more beautiful than the last. Yes, she could give herself to him; Gene loved her! She had no idea that flames could burn so fiercely, nor that a man's loving and cherishing her so fully could first fan those flames to white heat, then call forth from her very being a response to him at once staggering in intensity and sweet is the feelings of belonging and being cherished... and her over the top response to his loving her was a new and wondrous thrill to her... and in that way quench those flames with the most wonderfully satisfying union of their bodies... and then, with a mere touch, rekindle them. 

She felt him holding her close in his arms, and that she could just give in to her woozy exhaustion and he would care for her, and she smiled her sweetest smile at him in the semi-darkness of his room. She felt filled with his warmth and cuddled up to him, feeling safe and loved and secure with him, and loved as never before, ever. She had no idea what to either do or say; yet at the same time, felt entirely at ease with him as they lay nude in each others arms.

He asked her quietly if she were all right. Never, she thought to herself, in her entire life had she felt so very right. After a moment, shy and unsure how to answer him, she nodded on his arm. All right? Oh, yes, she was all right... and knew she would be as long as he held her and kept her with him.

He was not altogether certain that she was well with what they had done, and studied her silently as she lay next to him in his arms, and asked again, turning to look at her, whether he had hurt her, and found her soft, adoring smile brightened his world.

Hurt her? He had not hurt her at all, and the joy in her heart left her to wonder at his question. He had been so tender and loving, the brief, sharp pain between her legs was now lost to her memory, the exquisite pleasure of his attention and caresses and the power of his thrusting penetration having washed her entire being free of all else. Looking at him, her Gene, she shook her head softly.

She was still floating, weightless, and unaware of anything in the world save his presence in her life, holding her, making her safe and secure, his drawing from her body such ecstatic responses to his touching, his filling her with warmth, and... his making love to her. She was coherent enough to respond to his questions, barely, and preferred to simply cuddle and be held, savoring the tingles she felt all over, alive and happy and... and, now, feeling very empty.

He could see it in her eyes. They were both still floating down to earth after a rapturous experience together, and smiled at her. 

He at least, or so he thought, had his feet on the ground. Wanting to be sensitive to her, Gene continued to try and understand what she was feeling. She was a little timid, but not afraid of him at all, it didn't appear, and, moreover, it shown very clearly that she was as sweetly virginal as he could have imagined she might be, ever. Actually, the closer she could get to him the happier she seemed to be.

Since his heart had already welcomed her into its depths, his thoughts began to push into the future and make a place for her, a sanctuary where she could blossom in safety. He thought about their experience during the night, and considered her as a girl and a woman. She had grown up on the island in a local village, and even going into Līhue was a big event for her. She was young and fragile, having given him all the treasures of her body and even, he felt sure, those of her heart, and trusting him not to tread upon her - upon her feelings, upon her body... upon her heart. 

He reviewed quickly, and with both satisfaction and alarm, the little bits of information about her that he had. She was innocent and vulnerable, and evidently without any way to move away from what he had found was a very poor and even dangerous situation. The manager would be back that evening from Hilo, she had told him, and her 'training' would follow. She would become, he felt he could judge the situation with some precision, the manager's plaything for a while... and then provide such services to other men paying for deluxe massages, paying for the use of her pretty body... other men... leering, touching, holding, just fucking her for their pleasure, perhaps hurting her... and then tossing her aside to go on with their lives, reducing her to a commodity to be consumed in their lust.

He had known, even before walking down that line of reasoning... he could not, would not leave her behind. Such had never entered his mind with any other girl, ever.

He had asked her to be his sweetheart. Now he considered her as she lay quietly beside him in the darkness, and that she had given him everything, holding nothing back, asking only that he treat her well and love her. She had not said as much in words, but she had come to him as his sweetheart, trusting him to treat her as his sweetheart. She had responded to him as his sweetheart!

She was dozing peacefully on his shoulder. He could feel the soft rise and fall of her breast against his chest as she breathed. The clock on the nightstand read 0340, and he calculated that they had yet some four hours before he had to get up. She felt right next to him; right and warm and loving... he could feel her love for him in her cuddling close. She felt wonderful in his arms.

At 0545 he awoke again to her whimpering beside him, and he turned to stroke her hair to soothe her. She had to 'go,' she said, and would he come with her? He rose, feeling the need to empty his bladder as well, and led her by the hand... first replacing her flowered headdress, which brought her sweet smile to her face and made her eyes dance for him in the dim light... and sat her down, and then wiped her bottom for her as, submissive and whimpering she snuggled close to him in the morning's cool. He held her under his arm and she watched him, touching him for the very first time, tentatively, looking up at him, the maili leaves of her lei po`o sweeping across his cheek, her small hand reaching only partway about his girth. Smiling at him shyly, she saw she had his approval and turned back to holding him in her hand. Without hesitation, she wiped away the last drop just as he had carefully dried between her legs, and turned again to him with a triumphant smile before blushing and curling up under his arm.




Found – A Treasure from the...



Back in bed together, he kissed her again, and stroked her beautiful breasts as she held him. 

He surprised her when he rolled onto his back and invited her to mount him, and she at first didn't understand. Once atop him, she whimpered and cried out at the thrill of him inside her again. Happy at his loving her, and bare save for princess lei po`o, she rode him with élan. Her first orgasm was exhilarating; her second, with her breasts in his hands, hit her like a runaway freight train as she felt him gushing into her, and almost in a swoon she collapsed onto his chest. 

Thank you, sweetheart, was all she manage, and then they slept on in each others arms.

Awakening to the alarm at 0800, he determined to carry out his plan. He wanted her in his life forever; would she, he asked her calmly, come with him? He would love her and keep her safe always. Still drowsy, she was afraid, she explained to him, to run away because the manager had told her that he knew everyone, and anywhere she sought refuge on the island, he would find her. Gene told her he would take her off Kaua`i and with him over to O`ahu that very evening, away and to a new life and an adventure with him as his sweetheart. Would she, he repeated gently? 

What should she do, she wondered? How could she do such a thing? He was offering her love and happiness with him, and away from her anxious past... and, then, too, how could she not? 

Maili, in her innocence, had no idea how her smile at him in the light of the morning might let him know her thoughts even before she spoke them, but she radiated happiness, and he noted how she nodded her head gracefully, and with enthusiasm.

With that he rolled her over and kissed her tenderly, slowly, all over, until she whimpered and begged him to love her... again.

And he did.

Stepping out of the shower, he patted her dry with the thick terrycloth towel, pampering her and enjoying her soft smile and bright eyes. She had not ever flown before, and asked him meekly about that. Mostly she was afraid of meeting the manager at the airport in Līhue. A quick call to the hotel office determined that the manager's plane from the Big Island was due in at 8 PM. His own flight to O`ahu was at 7:28. He enjoyed her smiling at him as he eased each of her fears away.

He fired up his laptop and secured a seat for her, right next to him, on his evening flight to Honolulu. When he turned to her, she was beaming, and kissed him.

Over some breakfast from room service they talked and he told her of his plans. He would get a BOQ room at Barking Sands for her, out of reach of her tormentors and safe, and they would be in his apartment in Pearl City that evening. 

Rather audaciously, he thought, they went, he in his uniform and she in but her beautiful headdress and his soft t-shirt, to her room for her few possessions, then to the car, and, without a word to anybody, away from the hotel. Confidently the lieutenant led his pretty princess in her lei po`o into the world beyond.





Found Again



Clayton was on his way home for the second time this year but it was special this time not only because he was going home to his family and a birthday but also it was important because he was going to go see Kami. 

They hadn't seen each other in over two years but the love was still there and even though they had only talked online and over the phone for the last six weeks he knew that the love was there and she was the woman that he was born to love she was the woman that fit him so perfectly in so many ways that it was almost impossible. 

He kept thinking of the memories from long ago how her body felt against his how if fit so perfectly he couldn't believe that he was only a few minutes from holding that body against his once more. As he pulled into his driveway there was only the normal cars there was no other vehicles at all in the driveway only his parents jeep and truck and his sisters car. 

He was really disappointed but knew that the next day and night he would spend with her all alone so he didn't worry was just a little let down. He called her and she said that she wasn't going to be able to come up but she was all ready for tomorrow they talked a little longer and they said there goodbyes for the night until the next day. Sometime around eight the next morning he left his house for the hour drive to hers he was meeting her in a town a little ways from her house and then they were going to spend the day together all night and a most of the next day together to catch up on old times and to make a new few new memories. 

Clay met Kami in town she jumped in his truck they kissed deeply for a few minutes and they ran their hands all over each other bodies. As he took off down the road towards the hotel suite that he had reserved for them she slide over next to him and slid her hand along his leg gently rubbing his cock through his jeans she could feel it getting harder beneath her hand as she stroked it. Kami couldn’t help her self she reached over and un did his jeans and slide her hand inside she stroked him for a few min and slid his dick out of his pants and into her mouth she ran her tongue around his cock and up and down licking around the rim and to the base she massaged his balls. Then all of the sudden she surprised him as she took his whole cock into her mouth and down into her throat he could feel her throat muscles massaging his cock in her throat. This was more then he could take it being the first time he had ever been deep throated before he blew his load down her throat as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. 

She finally released his cock from her mouth and started kissing up his body kissing his stomach chest neck and finally his lips he couldn't take this so he pulled of as soon as he could and found a secluded spot where nobody would disturb them. 

He got out of the truck and opened up the back and pulled a blanket from the bed he spread it on the ground and motioned the girl out of the truck she climbed out and slowly strolled over to him shaking her shapely hips as she walk towards him he couldn't wait to taste her in his mouth again. So he walked up to her and pushed his lips against hers pushing his tongue into her mouth feeling out every little spot he pulled away and started to kiss and nibble on her neck she started to get really horny and he could feel it flowing through her as he slowly untied her shirt and slipped it of her and stood there looking at her magnificent body. 

He attacked her with the force of a lion as he started biting her nipples and sucking her beautiful tits his hands still roamed her body one hand running up and down her back tracing little trails in it as the other hand undid her pants and dropped them down around her ankles. At this he lowered her to the blanket and kissed the rest of the way down her body nibbling all the way down as he started to nibble and massage her clit with his tongue she started to wiggle and moan as he started to speed up the process his hands are playing with her ass he massaged it with his whole hand pulling her pussy closer to his mouthy she started to shoot her juices all over his face as she hit her climax. He kept going just to bring her down from the high she had just reached. 

Then he slowly slid up her body and slid his dick into her tight sopping wet pussy he slid into her slowly letting her get used to the feel of him in her again then he started to slide in and out of her pussy has he started to fuck her with such force that it pushed the blanket beneath them she started to scream in a great ecstasy like one that she had never felt he just kept going shoving his dick further and further into her tight pussy making her scream with pleasure then all of the sudden he slowed down to barley moving in her pussy then he stopped all together and pulled out of her she begged him to keep going but he refused. 

She wasn't going to except this so she tackled him and sat down on his engorged cock slamming herself down on his cock so hard that it almost knocked the breath out of him she started screaming as she rode his cock as her clit got a little jolt every time she reached the base of his member this was bringing her closer to a enormous orgasm that she was building up to She was riding him like she had never rode anybody and he had never felt anything like this not even when they had made love before. He whispered to her that he was about to cum and she slowed down a little and started to squeeze his cock with her cunt muscles he couldn't stand this it was only bringing him closer to Cumming again but she knew what she was doing as Kami lowered her hands to her pussy and started to play with herself. 

Clayton couldn't let her do this so he pulled him self out of her and laid her back down and rammed his cook into her pussy like he had been doing before and in no time was back on the verge of Cumming but held himself back so that they could cum together for the first time in two years he slowed down a little and changed the stroke so that his dick rubbed against her clit she started to moan louder and those moans turn into screams he felt her muscles contract around his hard cock as he slid is dick out and then rammed his rock hard cock back into her as he exploded inside her shooting his load deep into her body empting a release that had been waiting to be released for the last eight months. He collapsed on the blanket next her with his dick still inside of her as he whispered this is going to be a good day.



Found by a Nomadic Shemale



Isabel readjusted her animal skins to better shield herself from the wind. She usually only trekked through the snow within a small radius of her hut when it got this cold. She'd been collecting around the area when the glint of something shiny caught her eye. Isabel clomped through the snow to it cautiously. She got close enough to make out the figure of a man lying face down in the snow. 

Isabel reached the man and rolled him over on his back. He was still breathing, but very, very cold. His wounds suggested to her that he'd been bucked from his horse. Rotten luck for him, she thought. But actually it was a stroke of good luck. If any other nomad had found him, they would have left him to die or done something worse instead of doing what Isabel was about to. She threw his relatively small, frozen body over her shoulder and headed back home with him.

Relations between villagers and the nomads outside the village walls had been tense for as long as anyone could remember. The villagers looked down on the nomadic tribes. Considered them savages. It didn't help that most of the nomads were transsexuals. Big, strong, beautiful creatures with thick cocks hanging between their legs. Even though there weren't open hostilities between her people and the villagers anymore, Isabel knew she'd be killed if they found her with him. They shared a common language and that's it.

Isabel returned to her hut and laid him down on her bed. She quickly brushed the snow off his body and covered him up as best she could. She knew how difficult it would be to start a big enough fire to get him warm again. Isabel worked for over an hour, using every trick she knew to get the fire roaring in the damp, cold environment. With the fire cracking in the background, she turned her attention back to the man she'd rescued from the snow. 

His head still felt icy against her hand. Isabel brushed the hair from his face and looked at him. He was young like her. Boyish and attractive, too, she noticed. "You'll be fine," she whispered to the unconscious man she'd brought home. Isabel cleaned the wounds he'd received and slipped under the fur blanket next to him, covering him with her warm, over-sized body.

A few hours passed before Isabel was awoken. The young man was conscious enough to shake from the cold. She could nearly hear his teeth chattering. Isabel pulled him deeper under the blanket, holding him tighter and pressed the back of his head into her naked cleavage. She lowered her chin down on the top of his head and gently rubbed his cold chest. "I've got you," she said, knowing he couldn't hear her.

***

Simon woke up groggily the next morning. The first thing he saw was the healthy fire contained a few feet from him. Simon reached out and held his numb hands to it. He tried to shake his exact whereabouts and how he'd gotten there from his memory, but he was coming up empty. Then he felt something stirring next to him. Simon's heart beat a little faster. He wanted to flip the cover off of himself and investigate but he was too weak to try. "Who's there?" he asked meekly.

"You're awake," a female voice answered back softly. "You're okay." She helped him turn over so they could see each other.

Simon took note of her nakedness, her large size and the even larger cock laying against her thigh right next to him. "You're naked." He felt fear well up inside him. Simon tried to get up, tried to move. He pulled the blanket halfway down his body and tried to sit up.

Isabel grabbed him. She easily pulled his struggling body back to her. "You caught me. I am. Every scrap I could find went to you or in the fire to keep you warm." She locked her arms in place around him once she'd wrapped him up in the blanket to her satisfaction again.

Simon felt her hunk of meat press into him. He'd heard stories of the nomads and what they might do. Simon instinctively curled up with fear. "Your penis, it's..."

"It's not going to hurt you," she told him. "My name's Isabel. I live here and I won't hurt you. Now you need to stay warm and you need sleep." She nestled his body close, squeezing his head into her warm breasts. Simon took in a deep breath. He did need sleep whether he liked it or not. The rest would have to wait. His eyes drooped and his body began to relax.

***

Simon felt a nudge on his shoulder and then something touch his lips. His eyes opened. They adjusted to the dull light of the hut and registered a large figure sitting over him. He remembered it was Isabel and calmed down, but not all the way. Isabel held a bowl to his lips. His lips, chapped from the cold, spread for the edge of the bowl. A warm, thick substance rolled down his throat. His eyes darted down to the bowl and bugged out at the unmistakeable liquid. 

The bowl had semen in it! Isabel was feeding him her cum! Simon stopped swallowed. He tried to close his lips, causing her sticky ejaculate to run down his cheeks and over his neck. He was still too tired to fight. Isabel told him calmly, "Drink." She kept pouring until it felt like Simon was drowning in it. With no choice, his lips opened and accepted the bowl again. He struggled to swallow down the rest.

So the old stories he'd heard about nomads were true. And he'd never seen so much cum before. Her massive balls weren't just for show. Isabel used the blanket to wipe his face. Simon suppressed coughing up what she'd fed him. "Why did you do that to me?" he choked out.

Isabel's voice was soft and soothing as she spoke. She told him, "I haven't had the opportunity to gather or make anything with you here. You needed something warm. I did it to take care of you." Isabel very tenderly caressed his face. "I've told you my name," she stated. "Will you tell me yours?" 

"It's Simon," he answered gruffly. "and you didn't need to make me swallow your cum to take care of me." He was starting to feel a little stronger and so he tried to sit up on his elbows. "So what is this?" he asked. "Am I your captive?"

"No," she responded.

Simon sat up further. "Because you're not going to get anything in return for me."

"Stop trying to exert yourself, Simon," she warned. The concern for him showing on her face, she tried to lay him back down. Her tits bounced on her chest as she did and Simon's eyes were transfixed. He began to think that if she weren't so large, and didn't have a cock of course, that he would find her pretty, beautiful even. Isabel had long black hair that ended around mid-back and smooth olive skin. She had curves and then some. Full breasts bigger each than his head and the swell past her hips led to what must have been a massive ass. But then there was the matter of that cock. Simon shuddered as he felt it press into him when Isabel held him close.

"If I'm not your captive, what is this then?" he asked with a little less apprehension than before.

One of Isabel's powerful legs curled over both of his. She told him, "Isn't that obvious? I'm gonna make you my fuck slave," and then she laughed. He was pretty sure she was joking. Her unclothed womanhood got thicker and throbbed against the small of his back. Pretty sure.

***

Simon's eyes fluttered open. He'd fallen asleep again. But he was getting stronger bit by bit. He started to take stock of his surroundings. Simon turned his head and right next to him saw the two monster globes of Isabel's bare ass. With a sudden interest, he studied her impressive backside. Her big cheeks dug deep into the mattress. Simon blinked a few times and tried to focus his eyes. He struggled to see past her deep dark crack to her asshole. 

His cock hardened. Simon fought off the urge he had to scoot his head over just a few inches and start kissing the soft dough of her cheeks. He chastised himself. Remember her cock, his head told him. Look at that ass, his other head told him. A sudden jolt by Isabel ended his internal struggle. His eyes left her delectable bottom for the first time and he noticed the jerking motion of her arm. It hit Simon that she was masturbating.

"Awake?" she whispered breathlessly, her hand gliding up and down her shaft.

"Barely," Simon lied. He yawned and with his neck stretched up took a quick look at the action being blocked by her colossal cheeks. Isabel had a stranglehold on her cock. She gave herself generous strokes and based upon the rapidity of her breathing, Simon deduced she was closing in on her orgasm. "The result of this isn't going to turn into my next meal, right?" he asked her half-joking.

"Purely recreational this time," she chuckled. "I really need it." 

Simon's eyes drifted back to her bottom. How could he drown the urge to run his tongue over her crack and then enter the deep space within? He caught himself before he did something stupid like touch or stroke his own aching erection. "Don't nomads take care of that problem with each other? I've heard all your kind do is fuck and sleep." 

"You must think I'm some kind of sexual deviant," the tone of her voice expressed her present arousal. Her big meat dripped pre-cum down her cock all the way to the floor. A moan left her lips and her thighs tensed.

"You are naked next to me jerking that horse schlong you call a cock," he lobbed back at her playfully.

Isabel glanced at her new companion and smiled. She took note of how much he'd improved since she first found him out cold in the snow. He seemed in good spirits and with a new ruddiness to his face. "Doesn't sound like deviance to me. It does sound a little selfish." 

Isabel's fingers crawled under the blanket behind her. Her warm hand found Simon's cock and closed around it. Simon jumped. He hurriedly pushed her hand away and cried out, "What the hell. Don't do that!" Isabel, in an effort to rekindle some of his earlier playfulness, giggled girlishly and tried again. Her hand darted under the blanket with Simon trying to slap it away. He flailed his legs and pushed more of the blanket between them. Simon turned away from her and loudly beat the lumpy pillow under his head. He bit his raw lips self-consciously, let a few seconds pass and then huffed, "You should really put some fucking clothes on." 

Still sitting on the bed next to him, Isabel stopped stroking her cock. She pulled her animal skins from under him without uttering a world. Isabel clothed herself for the cold and left him there.

***

Simon woke up sometime later. He shivered under the blanket, his teeth chattering. What had been a roaring fire when he fell asleep was now cinders. He peered around the dull hut and found he was alone. Simon tried to cover himself as best he could and eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.

About an hour passed before Isabel returned to her hut with a few new items she'd scavenged in the dark. The hut had become nearly the same temperature as outside. Isabel knew Simon must be freezing. She felt how cold he was and then stripped off her skins and wrapped them around him. Isabel looked at her all but dead fire and debated whether to wait for morning to start it again or not. If it were just her, she would have waited, but she knew he needed a fire. Isabel took many of the things she'd brought and used them to light it. It took a solid hour of work before the fire was revived.

With the fire warming his face, Simon stirred. He looked up at Isabel who was hard at work mixing something in a bowl. He was just relieved to see her back and the fire alive again. Simon watched her naked form as she mixed. He admired how her curvy frame stayed so feminine while carrying all the strength it did on it. With just the fire crackling and the sound of wood against wood as she mixed, he asked, "That isn't cum, is it?"

"No," her answer came off coldly, "and I never said it was for you." 

Simon understood he needed her, but also something deeper inside him was upset at himself for pissing her off. "I overreacted," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Close your mouth."

Simon frowned. He had hoped his apology would go over better. Then all of the sudden Isabel hovered the implement from her bowl over his face and let it drip on his lips. She gave him a mercurial look, rubbing it in from there. "Your lips haven't healed yet. This will help."

"Thank you," he told her once she'd finished, rubbing his lips together. He noticed how intently his eyes had been focused on her breasts and suddenly diverted them to the fire. "I realize how good you've been to me."

"Only saved your life. No big deal in the scheme of things," she told him sarcastically, but with a real hurt behind it.

"I get it, "Isabel," he used her name for the first time. "Never thought I'd end up being the bigger dick after getting a look at yours." 

"Eat this." She brought a handful of seeds and nuts to him. "I haven't had time to collect food yet, you need to eat something to start feeling a lot better." Isabel slipped under the blanket as he devoured what she'd given him. It was Simon who initiated the contact between them. He cuddled his body up to hers. Isabel responded by quickly sweeping him up into her arms. Simon had no problem with his face being jammed between her soft tits, nor with her cock digging into his midsection. His was hard too.

***

Isabel didn't know how much had time had passed before her eyes opened next. A soft suction coaxed her awake. She reveled in it for a moment, a tiny moan escaping her lips. Her eyes drifted down to Simon, his face pressed into her naked cleavage and his lips wrapped around one of her puffy nipples. His suction was so steady and gentle that she wanted to be sure he was awake. Isabel slowly withdrew her pebbly, brown nipple from his lips. She watched his eyes open a fraction and smirked as his lips sought her nipple again.

"You know you won't get any milk from there," she told him chuckling. "I store that lower. Below the waist to be more exact." Simon stopped nursing and looked a bit like a cornered criminal at being caught in the act. Isabel nuzzled his head to tell him it was okay.

"I couldn't help myself," he told her honestly. "Your boobs are unbelievable. Just big and soft everywhere." His mouth resumed its suction around her nipple.

"You look cute there," she remarked. His lips wrapped tighter and his mouth sucked harder. Isabel rubbed her thighs together and felt her cock harden. It bumped into his already fully stiff erection.

Her nipple fell from his lips. "Is it too much to think you might do that thing with my cock you were gonna do earlier before I stopped you?" He looked up, his eyes searching hers.

"Yes, but I'm doing it anyway." Her hand slipped between them and clasped both of their cocks. She slowly stroked up both shafts. Hers grew to its full size and overpowered his. She focused on her dick, giving it fast strokes. Soon pre-cum was leaking from her tip and covering his dick. Simon kissed the soft flesh of her tits. He felt the weight of them on his face and then found her nipple again. Isabel's hand switched to his cock, now slick with her pre-cum, and gave him generous strokes as he sucked deep on her nipple, pulling as much of her areola into his mouth as he could.

Isabel's hand on his cock felt so good. She knew just how to angle his cock, just how to massage his sensitive nerves. She knew he wouldn't last long after all the time since he must have last relieved himself. Simon licked up her chest and nibbled at her neck. His breathing loud, he slid his hands up her voluptuous body and squeezed her soft tits. He shivered with pleasure as her hand relentlessly worked to make him cum.

"You really don't deserve this," Isabel's hand squeezed his shaft hard from the base all the way to the tip, "so you better cum good for me." She wedged his body between hers and the wall. With his face now squashed unremittingly into her cleavage, he could barely breath, but he didn't give a damn. "Come on," she cooed. "Cum for me. Blow your load. I wanna see it. Do it!"

Simon's eyes shut tight. He moaned, squeezing Isabel's breasts firmly and feeling the cum rise through his shaft. Isabel's head ducked under the blanket and watched his cock jerk, then shoot. The first strand landed across her thighs. Isabel slipped lower on the bed. She opened her full lips wide and spit out her tongue. The rest of his load splattered over her tongue and into her mouth, with a few strands flinging across her face. She stroked him as he finished cumming with two big fists and let the last drops ooze between her fingers.

A smiling Isabel emerged from under the blanket. She licked her fingers clean and gave Simon a big hug. "Now do me," she whispered with her lips catching his ear.

"You?" he answered defensively, then berated himself in his head for it. Of course she meant her. The pulsing monster of nomadic shemale meat pressing into his thigh like a third leg. He took a peek under her blanket at the pre-cum dripping behemoth and audibly gulped.

"Yes, me." Isabel's hot breath bathed over his neck as she spoke, "It's my turn." 

Simon's discomfort was palpable. "I, uh, I can't. No, I couldn't do that. I, I just can't." His face was apologetic as he looked at her. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah. I get it," she said tonelessly in an attempt to mask her disappointment.

"I don't mind if you do it yourself."

"Good to know." Isabel rolled over and went to sleep without another word.

***

The next morning Simon got up and the bed was empty. He yawned and looked aroud, then shut his eyes again. "Wake up," Isabel's voice echoed through his ears no more than a few minutes later. "The snow melted overnight. It's a lot warmer. The water's thawed. It's time you stretch your legs. Let's go wash up." She seemed content to make no mention of last night. Simon got up on his feet with a little assistance from her and they stepped outside together. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep at first contact with the fresh air. It was the first time he'd been out in days with the exception of using the bathroom. 

Isabel walked him to a nearby stream and cleaned his body thoroughly at the water's edge. When she'd finished, Simon sat with his feet in the water and watched Isabel bathe herself in a deeper pool of water. She whipped her hair away from her face and washed it, her tits bouncing up and down as she did. Simon's cock was stiff. He resisted the urge to stroke it. Isabel noticed how closely he was watching and splashed at him. He kicked back with his feet. It felt good to move. He would have stayed out there longer but Isabel was mindful of him not doing too much.

She walked him back to her hut. They were both surprised to see a horse outside. Isabel kept them both hidden behind the brush and stubborn bits of snow which hadn't melted yet. "Do you think they're here for you?" she asked Simon.

"I don't think so," he answered kind of unconvincingly. 

"I thought no one was looking for you!"

"I don't think they are," Simon wavered.

"I'm dead if they find you and me together." Isabel looked around nervously, chewing on her lip and wishing she'd taken a weapon with her. "If there are more of them, they're spread out." She weighed her options, "Stay here."

Isabel got to the entrance of her hut without making a sound. Simon's stomach was churning with anxiety as he watched her. What was she going to do? Maybe if he was there too he could explain. He decided he had to try. Isabel tried to wave him back when she saw him coming. He made enough noise to alert the deaf before making it all the way to her. Isabel steeled herself for the worst after knowing Simon had lost them the drop on whoever it was.

A large shemale patiently awaited them inside. Isabel dropped her fists when the two spotted each other. "Izzy!" the woman squealed.

"Maddie," Isabel exhaled. "What are you doing here?"

"The snow cleared enough for me to bring you some supplies," she smiled. Maddie just then noticed a smaller figure behind Isabel. She cocked her head and furrowed her brow. "Is that..."




Found by a Nomadic Shemale



"His name is Simon. He's from the village. I found him half-frozen and had to take him here," Isabel answered the question Maddie hadn't had the time to ask yet. Upon that revelation, Simon watched the two woman share a secret argument via facial expressions with which neither seemed to win. Isabel broke their fight up with a question that Simon could actually understand, "You brought food?"

"Here." Maddie tossed her a sack and then settled her attention on Simon while Isabel rifled through it. Simon took the opportunity to do the same. Maddie was a little shorter than Isabel and a little thicker. Her skin color was lighter and her hair red. Maddie's face was plump with delightfully full lips and a naughty glint in her eyes. She stepped closer and bounced her finger off of his nose. "Aren't you cute?"

Isabel looked up momentarily at her friend and said sternly, "Don't even think about it."

Maddie smacked her lips and circled. "Assuming the worst of me again. I was just making conversation. I can do that, you know."

"Yeah, but I can't recall the last time it was just 'conversation.'" Simon's interest was piqued, unfortunately, Isabel returned her attention to the bag of supplies rather than elaborating. The moment Isabel's head was turned, Maddie blew Simon a flirty kiss which left him confused, but also a little hard.

Isabel looked up and found that Simon had inched himself behind her now. "You need to eat," she stuffed his hands with food. "And you," she pointed her finger at Maddie, "you need to behave." Maddie scoffed at first, but then fessed up with a mischievous grin.

"You get to have all the fun," she said.

Isabel shook her head. "It's not fun taking care of him. He just takes, takes, takes--no reciprocation," she responded somewhat jokingly, but with an obvious nod to the events of last night.

The two shemales watched Simon eat. He chewed a piece of dried meat silently as he heard Maddie say, "Please tell me you've done some taking of your own. Like his cherry." He paused for a second at that comment.

"Stop it," Isabel elbowed her friend, "I'm not you."

Maddie leaned closer to her friend and whispered, "Then let me have him. I'll be quick and leave enough for you. I promise." 

Simon left a portion of what Isabel had given him for her. His ears strained to listen to their whispers. Isabel spoke at a higher volume, "Go on. Get out of here, Maddie. I'll come and see you soon." 

"Fine," Maddie relented. "I think I'll stick around the area, though." Maddie gave a wicked wink to Simon and then strutted out.

Isabel sat down next to Simon. Food quickly changed hands. Simon leaned his head back and sighed. His eyes fell to her backside. He studied its beauty again. He wondered how it could be so large and still maintain its perfect shape. "I'm sorry again for last night," he told her.

She exhaled sharply and responded, "Forget it."

"Do you want me to leave?" 

Isabel looked back at him. Simon found it impossible to read what she was thinking. "No, I want you to stay. That's what I'm most afraid of."

Simon's hand reached out to her. He sat up more and rubbed his cheek against her shoulder. Unsure of how to respond, he knew he wanted to make good. He gave it a moment, smiled all of the sudden and then asked her, "Will you let me make it up to you?"

"How are you going to do that?"

"That thing you wanted me to do last night. The thing with your cock," he told her, "Let me do it now."

Isabel chuckled. Her womanhood started to fill out, but she told him playfully, "I think you need to suffer more than that. Jerking me off is like a reward. Maybe I should get Maddie back here to give you a real punishment." She smiled at him.

"Hey, wait a minute. That's overkill. She's crazy." 

"You don't even know the half of it," Isabel laughed.

Simon looked over his companion and her large, divine body. His eyes scanned her back and looked again at her big butt. Recalling his fantasy from the first conscious night he spent there, "What if... how about I lick your ass?" 

Isabel displayed a seeming warmth to the proposition. But she asked him, "And that's supposed to be a punishment?"

"Oh yeah," he told her jokingly. "I want to keep my tongue as far away from that great big beautiful ass as I can. Yuck. Just yuck," he told her unconvincingly and then laughed. 

Isabel whipped her skins off. Simon, ready to get licking, wet his lips. Isabel caught him before he could get started and crushed her lips onto his. They kissed passionately with her tongue invading his mouth. She broke the kiss with a loud smacking of lips. Simon's arms broke his fall on the bed when she let go of him. The pleasant haziness her unexpected kiss had left him in evaporated when his focus returned to the large expanse of smooth flesh which constituted her incredible bottom. 

Simon's lips attached to her left cheek. The dozens of kisses he dished out in a frenzy of butt love got him acquainted with the bubbly cheeks. Isabel giggled as the short stubble he'd grown since she found him brushed her cheeks. Her cock grew and grew until it stood straight out. Simon's kissing lips went back and forth between both cheeks. Then his tongue found her crack. He lavished the sensitive skin with long licks and wet kisses. Simon's face pushed into her deep crack. 

His tongue rolled over every beautiful inch within reach. It was heaven on Earth as he explored her backside with his face buried between her massive cheeks. His face burrowed deeper. Simon's tongue reached her pucker. He beat his tongue gently against the opening before gliding in circles around her dot.

"Mmmhmm, yeah lick my hole. Kiss it. My dirty little ass-kisser," she told him with a moan.

Simon pursed his lips and planted them on her hole. He kissed it loudly, in a way that sent a tickling shiver through Isabel's body. Her tiny pucker shrunk and her cheeks clamped down around his face. Simon continued to lick and kiss, his erection rubbing against her mattress. He hardened his tongue and jabbed her hole with it. Isabel's asshole unclenched enough for his tongue to begin entry. It stretched open for his tongue, which pushed in and out like he was fucking her. 

Practically his entire head fit between her cheeks. He couldn't get enough, as he tried to get deeper. He attached his lips to her pucker and then shoved his tongue into it as though he were french-kissing. The rough texture of her opening combined with her smooth insides gave his tongue a unique experience it had never had before. He loved it. Loved it enough to almost cum without touching his dick.

"Holy fuck! That feels good..."

Simon's hands grabbed the globes of Isabel's ass. He kneaded the dough of her cheeks between his fingers while knifing her hole with his tongue. He pushed her cheeks in harder around his face. But then Simon's tongue slipped lower. It happened slowly. His tongue jumped down and kept going. He kissed the soft skin there, his chin pressed into the bed.

Isabel stood up. Simon chased her ass, afraid she was taking it away. Then she squatted her butt back and he saw her big swinging ball. He felt he probably shouldn't, but Simon couldn't stop himself when he caught one of her testicles between his lips and sucked it back to him. 

"Oh, I like that. More please." Isabel's hand reached for her womanhood. She took her shaft in her hand and started stroking.

Simon's mouth pulled one of her over-sized balls into it, filling his oral cavity. The movement of his tongue around her big nut was limited due to the lack of space. He sucked on it with a loud slurp then spit it out. Simon gave her scrotum gentle kisses and then sucked deep around the other ball. He rolled his entire face around the soft skin of her sack.

Simon was content with this new development when he heard Isabel's voice, "Lie down on the bed--on your back," she told him. He did as she said and then watched Isabel climb on top of him. She sat down on his chest and smiled at him. "The paste I put on your lips a few nights ago really worked. Now your lips are soft. Good for sucking on my nuts and it'll be good for sucking cock, too." Simon didn't have long to think over her statement before having her balls hefted onto his face.

Isabel let out a giggle at the sudden tickle she felt from covering his face with her scrotum. After that it was all moans as Simon kissed and rubbed his lips around her big balls. He was in another world; one where hairless balls the size of ostrich eggs rolled around his face in a massive sack. Simon lifted his head for air, panting and red-faced. 

Her womanhood obstructed most of the view when he tried to look up at Isabel. His eyes started to focus on the object he had been trying to look past, in more ways than one. Thick and throbbing, he'd been afraid of it when they first met. But now with his mind caught up and his hard-on taking control, he could see its size and its power as merits. Her cock wasn't the blemish on a beautiful woman, but one of the things which made her beautiful. 

Simon reached out. He took her shaft in his hand and felt the warmth emanating from it. He wanted to see Isabel's reaction, but he couldn't tear his eyes from her cock. Simon's lips brushed along her long length until reaching the tip. He touched the head to his lips and it left him a gift in the form of a dollop of pre-cum. Simon pulled the small glob into his mouth and swallowed. 

"Suck it." Isabel grabbed her thick tube and pressed it to his lips. "Make me feel good." Simon needed no further encouragement as his mouth opened wide to accept her girth. She thrust her hips forward and sent her womanhood into the soft warmth of his mouth. The intense pleasure of entering his mouth hit her all at once. "Ummmm oooooh," she moaned.

Simon found himself caught off-guard at first by what the sheer size of her cock would feel like. His lips stretched wide around her pulsing shaft. His tongue flattened hard against the floor of his mouth like a carpet for her cock to slide deeper on. Simon's throat made noises muffled by her penis as it threatened his gag reflex. He felt a tear running down his cheek. His eyes opened up to Isabel's looking down at him. Her dick stopped moving in his mouth and she said told, "You're doing good. Your mouth is fucking great. Move your tongue around my cock for me."

The tip of her dick bumped the opening of his throat. Simon kept a gag in check while she sawed her womanhood in and out of his mouth, ending up pressed to his throat harder each time. Her mushroom pushed into his throat slowly. "Don't choke," she told him. "Relax for me. You don't know how good this feels..." her voice trailed off. Isabel looked down at him with support in her eyes, and then her eyes closed in reaction to the new bliss of his throat. "So tight," she said. "Swallow my cock."

More of her cock slipped between his lips. Centimeter by centimeter, it advanced down his throat. Isabel's strong hands wrapped around the sides of his head as only the last few inches of her big prick weren't buried in his mouth. She started to grind her cock in his throat, moaning as she did. Simon blinked away a few more tears. A new comfort set in, he concentrated himself on bringing her the pleasure she deserved. His tongue lapped at the underside of her cock.

Isabel humped his face for some time, bringing her close to orgasm. The sensitive nerves tracing her shaft and large mushroom head were inundated with the pleasure of his mouth and throat. Simon looked up and saw her head rolled back. With one final thrust, deeper down his throat than ever before, she gave in to the need. 

Simon could feel her legs shake around him. The powerful woman sitting on his chest was so enraptured by his sucking mouth and her impending orgasm that she looked like she might explode. In that split second, Simon became more afraid that he'd ever been. The second when he realized she was going to explode... in his mouth. "Simon! Oh fuck your little mouth. Fuck it. Making me CUM! Swallow it. Swallow it!" her urgent cries came attached to moans.

Isabel screamed out at the same moment his mouth filled with hot, sticky liquid. Nothing had prepared him for burning hot shots of ejaculate shooting down his throat faster than he could swallow. He tried to keep up as her balls emptied down his throat. Isabel fucked his face with quick, short strokes. Her body suddenly sweaty, she pushed out every drop.

Her load was enormous. The product of going so long without ejaculating and perhaps the quality of pleasure she had just received. Semen continued to scale her shaft and pump from her tip straight to his stomach. She continued to shoot for what felt like ages. By the time it was over, Simon's throat was so sore he could barely swallow anymore. Isabel retrieved her messy rod from his mouth and let him catch his breath.

She could only wait so long before collapsing down on top of him. Her limp cock laid between his thighs, her tits spilled down around his neck. Isabel covered his face in kisses and then planted her lips on his. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. Then their kiss broke, Simon still breathing heavily. Commenting on the quality of her own cum from his mouth, she spoke, "Tastes delicious." The two of them broke into laughter. "You're a natural at that! Fuck it felt good. I'm so proud of you," she kissed him again. 

"I liked it too." He closed his eyes as Isabel nibbled on his neck.

"I like that you liked it." She licked the length of his jawline. "You make me happy."

"Blow jobs make you happy," he chuckled.

Isabel gave his nipple a teasing pinch and said, "I've had blow jobs before. You make me happy." She ran her nails across his chest affectionately. "I'm glad you're here. You're a nomad now. No going back."

Simon's eyes opened a little wider. He thought about what she'd said. Meanwhile, Isabel's hand clutched his dick and stroked it. "What do we have here?" she giggled. "Maybe he should be sucked? Or stuck between my titties. What do you think?"

His head was reeling from what she'd said about him being a nomad. He swallowed hard. "I think we should sleep," he said.

Isabel's smiling face turned into one of concern. She felt his head and then said, "Maybe you do need more rest. Yeah," she convinced herself. Isabel kissed him again. She pulled his head into her cleavage and let it rest there.

Simon's eyes stayed open. He studied the dirty ceiling as her words cycled through his brain.

***

A softness enveloped Simon's cock. It was the next morning when his eyes next opened. He looked down at Isabel's breasts smothering his erection. "Good morning," she told him.

Without giving it a thought, his cock started to fuck her boobs with short thrusts. "Your tits... gorgeous and soft."

"Mmmhmm. Good for fucking," she said proudly. "I owe it to you after last night. My cock has stayed hard since."

His hips stopped humping. Simon reached out and plucked one of her nipples. He didn't look her in the eyes, "You don't owe me anything. You saved my me. But...," he paused, "I'm not a nomad, Isabel. I'm not."

"What do you mean?" she asked, with worry about what he was getting at.

He didn't know how to word it, especially not after what they'd shared the night before. He tried to stave off his anxiety by biting his lip til it hurt, "I don't know the first thing about living out here. I don't belong here. That didn't change last night. I have to go back." 

"You have to go back," she repeated his words as though to the side of her brain which didn't believe it.. Isabel pulled her body off his and reached for the blanket. "You can't. You don't have to know how to live out here. I do and I'll take care of you."

Simon avoided all eye contact. He played with his fingers anxiously. "You think I can just stay here with you forever? There are people back home that care about me. They, they don't even know I'm alive."

The hair on the back of Isabel's neck stood up. Her voice got more heated, "You said no one was looking for you. They would have looked if they'd cared! I'm the one who found you. You'd be dead if I hadn't!" 

"I know. I know," his voice came out soft and conciliatory. "I'm sorry."

"How are you even going to get back? It's not walking distance and you don't have a horse!" She seemed to get angrier, "Bringing this up now. You couldn't care for me at all." Isabel pushed her fists into the bed. "I could make you stay!" she howled.

"But you won't," he was able to look up at her for the first time, his eyes red. He told her, "The first thing you told me was I'm not your captive."

Isabel huffed and growled. She felt used. She wanted to unleash on him, but she stopped herself. Isabel got dressed and told him, "I'm going for a walk." She stormed out, leaving Simon alone on the bed with his excuses and his doubts.

***

It was over an hour before Isabel returned. Simon had barely moved in that time. She walked through the entrance with Maddie in tow. His heart beat faster when Maddie glanced toward him. She looked at him like a piece of meat she was weighing and prodding in her mind. Isabel, meanwhile, wouldn't look at him.

"Can we talk?" he turned toward the large woman who'd saved his life.

Isabel kicked the cool bricks from her fire and told him with a new detachment, "Maddie has the only horse for miles. Since you want to get back to your village so badly, she's willing to make a trade."

Simon didn't quite know what to say. He looked up at Maddie and pushed his wariness of her to the back burner so that he could tell her, "Thank you so much. This means a lot."

"You don't have to thank me. You're going to earn it, baby." She gave him a big horny grin.

Isabel cut in, "I told Maddie how badly you wanted to go home. I made the deal with her for you."

"Yeah," Maddie started to inch closer to where Simon sat, clothed in only the blanket on the bed. To his horror, Maddie's cock started to stretch out her skirt. "Your ass for my horse, baby."

"Wait, wait!" he wailed. "I didn't agree to that." Simon scooted back until he smacked up against the wall of the hut. Maddie continued to move closer. She had the look of an animal as it licks its chops watching its prey. "Wait. Come on," he pleaded.

Maddie's knee dropped on the bed, first one then the other. Her big, plump body cast a shadow over his cowering one. "You'll get the horse, but I don't think you'll want to ride it for a few weeks--or months after this. You're gonna be in worse shape than when Izzy found you, and with a hole that won't stop gaping."

"Is...Isabel. Please!" he cried for her desperately as the massive bulge in Maddie's skirt hovered over his shrunken, terrified frame.

Isabel sighed. She'd resigned herself to leaving him to this fate. He wanted out and here was a way. But looking at his pitiful face, she couldn't go through with it. "Stop," she told her friend. Maddie gave Isabel a curious gaze. "I know the deal we made, but forget about him." Isabel walked over and put her arm around her friend. "He'll just cry and ruin the mood. Let's you and me have fun." She kissed Maddie deep with the slack-jawed Simon looking on.

"Well, okay." The two kissed again, their tongues twisting around. 

Simon was a little afraid to interject. He asked, "What, what should I do?"

Isabel broke her kiss with Maddie calmly. "You get the hell out of here. Take Maddie's horse and go." 

Simon pulled himself off the bed. He quietly gathered his original clothing and then glanced at Isabel, who went back to mauling her friend's mouth. He slipped outside and breathed in the cold air. Simon gave Maddie's horse a little pat and then hopped up on it. His eyes turned back and fixed on the hut, then he rode off.

Meanwhile, Maddie started to kiss Isabel's neck. She rubbed her big tits into her friend's shoulder. "What were you saying about the fun we're gonna have?" Isabel responded by unceremoniously pushing her friend off. Maddie frowned, realizing she'd just given up her horse and Simon's ass for nothing.




Found by a Nomadic Shemale



***

Simon hadn't anticipated that finding his way back to the village would be so difficult. Days passed as he seemed to go in circles. His stomach ached with hunger. Finally Maddie's horse wouldn't ride anymore. He abandoned it and kept going on foot. His mind turned more and more to Isabel. By day three, he was hallucinating that she had found him again. Isabel would scoop him up and return him to the safety and comfort of her hut.

Simon began to curse himself for ever leaving. Then in the early dawn hours of the fourth day he was spotted by a military unit from his village. They recognized his clothing and took him in. Simon was beside himself with joy as he sat down by the fire with his first proper meal. None of them could believe he'd spent over a week outside of the village alone and lived to tell about it. The commander sat down across the fire from him. He casually made conversation, "It's a miracle you survived. I wouldn't have thought it possible. I would've figured the savages had gotten you by now."

Attacking his second helping of beef and potatoes, Simon looked up at the commander with an unease. He'd omitted any reference to the nomads until now. "One of them did help me a little bit."

"What was that?" the commander leaned in, his battle-worn face illuminated by the fire.

"There was one of the, the savages. She found me. Helped me get back on my feet. Nothing much." Simon tried to not make it seem like a big deal, but he couldn't stop from fidgeting. 

"Savages don't 'help' anyone. They're evil, evil monsters. Remember that, boy." The commander shrugged his shoulders and seemed ready to drop the conversation.

Simon looked at the fire, jogging his memory of the one Isabel had built for him when he needed it most. "She wasn't evil," he remarked. "She was nice. Good."

That's when the commander became irate. "Savage lover!" he called Simon as they started to argue. "You're one of them," he accused, glaring at Simon. The commander made it clear that Simon didn't belong back at the village and he was never to return. The military unit made him leave with no horse, no food or water. Simon found himself walking again. This time aimlessly. Simon told himself he deserved this. He was homesick--this time for the home he'd shared with Isabel. He considered retracing his steps. Would she want him back? Why would she, he wondered.

That night he fell asleep beside some brush. Simon was cold and uncomfortable, but exhausted enough that he nodded off quickly. Thinking of Isabel moments before drifting off, "I've got to find Isabel," he repeated aloud to no one and nothing in particular.

***

A hand touched Simon's shoulder the next morning. It turned him on his side. The hand was large and reminded him of Isabel's. "Is...Isabel?" He blinked a few times and then looked up at a big blonde. She was a nomad all right, but not Isabel.

"How do you know Isabel's name?" the big blonde asked him skeptically.

"I, I'm one of you. I'm a savage--err nomad!" he blurted out hastily. "Please take me to Isabel."

"You're not a nomad," she laughed.

"I need to find Isabel. She took me in. Please." Simon pleaded with the large woman.

The big blonde gave him a ration of food and water which disappeared quickly. She lifted him roughly, agreeing to take him to Isabel. The nomads were meeting to discuss their next move, she explained. Simon suspected by the way the big blonde looked at him that she was helping him so she could have first dibs once Isabel didn't claim him.

They walked for a while before Simon could see the smoke from the nomad's meeting place. Another fifteen minutes of walking and he could see see rows of tents in the distance. He sped up, intent on finding Isabel. The big blonde grabbed him by the shoulder, "You're not getting away that easy. We're gonna find Isabel together and if she don't know you..." the large blonde didn't need to finish that sentence. 

She and Simon passed dozens of shemales and a few nomad males, attached to their shemale counterparts at the hip like Simon was. Then he saw Maddie, and more importantly, she saw him. Maddie galloped over. "Didn't expect to see you again," she said, grinning. 

"You know him? Says he's with Isabel," the nomad holding his shoulder said.

"I'll take him from here," Maddie waved off the big blonde, grabbing Simon's shoulder herself. "You screwed me out of a horse and a fuck," she whispered to him, "but Maddie's gonna forgive you, baby."

"I just want to see Isabel," Simon started to say as Maddie dragged him to a more secluded area. 

"There are a few things I want to see and do first," Maddie laughed. "Let's forget about Izzy for a little while and concentrate on us." Her hand slipped down his back. "Oh baby, Maddie's so fucking horny. Get your little booty ready. I won't do you too bad as long as you don't fight. On second thought, do fight." Maddie licked her plump lips. Simon started to hyperventilate.

"Simon?" Isabel's voice called out. Both Maddie and Simon were equally surprised when they turned their heads and saw her standing there.

"Isabel!" Simon cried.

"Rotten fucking luck! How'd you know we were here?" Maddie asked, exasperated. 

"Tiffany told me someone was looking for me. I didn't know it was Simon," Isabel seemed jarred by the discovery.

"I swear, I am going to kill that cunt this time." Maddie stomped her feet in the grass. 

"No need," Isabel told her friend. She paused, stared at Simon and then finished, "Do what you were going to before I interrupted."

"Isabel! Come on. I never went back to the village. Please! I want to be with you. Why can't we just pretend like--"

"Stop!" she screamed at him, near tears. But then Isabel looked down at his pitiful expression and hers started to soften. She realized it was going to be nearly impossible to stay mad. He was back. That had to count for something. Isabel bent down and caressed his cheek. She told him, "Do what Maddie says." She then pulled Maddie aside. Simon observed as whatever Isabel had said put a damper on Maddie's mood. But she was cheerful again at the end of the conversation. Isabel walked off afterwards, leaving them alone.

Maddie smiled at him and said, "Time to make Maddie a very happy girl. Remember Izzy told you to do whatever she says." Maddie turned his head toward her and looked him in the eye, "You wouldn't want me to report back to Izzy that you were uncooperative. But I'd keep it between us if you wanted to disobey a little," she winked at him.

Simon wanted to tell her off. He wanted to try to make a run for it. None of that was in the cards, though. Isabel told him to listen to her, and he wasn't in the business of disappointing Isabel. Not anymore. "Do whatever you're gonna do," he said despondently.

Maddie pulled his face against the bulge in her skirt. He felt her thick monster crushing his face. Simon sputtered, watching the delight on Maddie's face. "Girls talk, you know," Maddie started to say, "and Izzy told me you suck a mean cock. My cock could use a good suck." She let go of his head. Maddie pushed her skirt down her thick thighs and let her womanhood spring free. 

His eyes studied her cock, Simon felt an involuntarily shiver. It was already nearly hard. It was rough and monstrous. Amazingly, it was thicker than Isabel's, but with less length. Her shaft was covered in veins and her tip was a dark pink shade. Simon could smell it. Sweat and cum. He wanted to look away from the monster, but his eyes wouldn't budge. His cock was hard as a rock.

"Open wide for Maddie and keep your teeth away unless you want this a lot worse," she warned him.

Simon took a deep breath. He stretched his mouth open. The large, thick woman interlocked her fingers behind the back of his head. She pushed the massive pink head of her womanhood past his soft lips with a deep moan. His mouth stretched even wider. Maddie kept pushing, sliding her cock deep. Simon's hands feebly pressed against her thighs, attempting to slow her. It didn't work. Her womanhood forced its way into his throat. He blinked off tears and swallowed hard around it. Maddie only stopped when his lips hit the base of her cock. She would have accepted nothing less than him taking every single inch of it.

"That's good, baby," she cooed. "Take all of Maddie's cock. Suck that dick!" 

Maddie withdrew her womanhood until only the crown was enveloped by his mouth. Simon sucked, at first gingerly, on her tip. A few seconds ticked by. He was becoming more turned on. Simon started to suck like a vacuum, with the wet walls of his mouth clamping down around her mushroom. He started to get used to it. That's when Maddie drove her womanhood back down his throat with one powerful thrust. His eyes bugged open and he gagged, but she wouldn't release her hold on the back of his head.

"Didn't think I was gonna let you off that easy? With a nice little suck on my tip?" she laughed. "No! Maddie's gonna fuck your pretty face, baby." 

Simon's involuntary attempts to expel her cock just made the experience more pleasurable for her. He was helpless as her thick tube barreled in and out of his mouth. Maddie entered a groove, her perfectly timed thrusts fucking his mouth like it would any other hole. 

"Take this cock," she muttered. "Take it just like Izzy told you to. Your mouth is mine!"

Maddie needed this badly. Her moans came out almost like screams. They revealed the extent of the pleasure she was receiving. Simon was helpless, his head whipping back and forth on her cock. Pre-cum squirted from her tip in gushes which shot to the back of his throat. 

His eyes happened to fall upon some nomads watching them. A small crowd had gathered. Simon's red face blushed even more. Maddie's stance over Simon's body as she face-fucked him showed off her dominance for all of them to see. She fucked his throat for her own pleasure and without mercy. Worst of all, a part of him enjoyed it. Simon wanted it to be Isabel's cock, but he'd have sucked a dozen more if that's what Isabel had told him to do.

"Mmmm, baby. Maddie needs to cum. Swallow Maddie's cum. Good cock suckers swallow." Maddie's womanhood seemed to swell thicker between his lips. He sucked her feverishly, her thrusting beginning to stall with an orgasm nearing. "Izzy wants you to be my good cock sucker." 

Maddie's cock buried down Simon's throat with a violent thrust. She threw her head back and roared with pleasure. Jets of hot cum exploded from her tip. Simon's throat constricted with desperate swallows. He devoured her load. Maddie surveyed his obedient sucking with a self-satisfied expression. She pulled her womanhood, still ejaculating, from his lips. Maddie gave her sticky shaft a number of pumps and painted his face with semen. 

Simon caught his breath in the grass as Maddie cleaned her dick off on his shirt. She grinned at the impressed crowd. A few of the other nomads were stroking their cocks with the intention of getting their turn.

"He's Isabel's. I got permission," Maddie quickly told the crowd of horny shemales. Simon was busy wiping cum from his face and swallowing down the last of her load, but being called Isabel's still managed to make him smile.

***

With everyone dispersing, Simon got back up on his feet. He became cognizant of his knees stinging from having to kneel on the ground. His face was still sticky. He spotted fresh water and started to wash. Simon stripped off his clothing and stepped into the water. He turned quickly when he felt a hand on his shoulder, worrying one of the other nomads had seen him bathing and been tempted. This time it was Isabel.

"Isabel... hi," he said lamely. 

"She got it all over your face," Isabel remarked. "Sit down." She started to wash him. He was content to close his eyes and let her warm, soft hands lather his body. Simon's penis grew. He purred when her hand reached it. Neither of them said anything from the time she began until Isabel asked him, "How come you never went back to your village?"

Simon's eyes opened. He looked up at the beautiful nomad and answered, "I got picked up by some villagers first. Ended up telling them that you helped me. They said I couldn't come back with them. But..." Simon's hand reached out to her as she finished washing him, "I didn't want to by that point."

Isabel's eyes looked into his. She had a bit of a smile as she asked, "Are you sorry for leaving?"

"Very much. I was happy with you. I shouldn't try to mess with happy."

Simon's eyes closed as she kissed him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth with her hands cradling his head. Isabel licked her lips after the kiss broke. Commenting on the remnants of Maddie's cum both could taste, "Doesn't taste as delicious as mine, huh?" she said with a smile.

"No! Definitely not," he laughed.

She kissed him again, her tongue entwining with his. Isabel rubbed and groped him. They reacquainted themselves to the other's body. "Come with me to my tent," she traced around the edge of his ear with her tongue. "Maddie doesn't mind fucking anywhere. The more the merrier with her. I'm a little more private." Isabel rubbed her forehead to his, then picked him up and led him by the hand to her tent. They slipped inside and resumed their passionate kissing.

Simon hadn't clothed himself yet. And it didn't look like he would need to after seeing Isabel discard hers. Both displayed a hunger in their eyes. Simon's followed her wonderful curves. "You're so beautiful," he remarked.

Isabel sat him down on her makeshift bed. She spit in her hand and covered her womanhood with it. Isabel spoke with a haste and a need in her voice, "Are you ready for this?" She ran her hands admiringly over his rear end. Isabel spread and kneaded his butt cheeks with a pleased smile.

Simon stared into her eyes, "Yes, I am."

"Good," Isabel lifted his skinny legs onto her strong shoulders, "I sure as hell am." She was going to fuck him. As with everything since he'd first met Isabel, it made him feel scared and incredibly turned on. She crushed her lips onto his, lining her womanhood up with his asshole at the same time. 

"And so you know..." her over-sized mushroom head pressured his tiny opening, "I'm really glad you're back." Her dick slowly pushed past his sphincter. Simon's eyes opened wider. He mumbled something incomprehensible. Isabel's aching tip thoroughly enjoyed the friction from his never before disturbed insides.

Simon felt a loss of control over his body. He laid back and groaned as Isabel deflowered his asshole. He gritted his teeth, his hands latched onto her tits. Isabel was tentative. She didn't want to hurt him and it showed. Her cock slid at a slow pace inside him. She was insistent nonetheless and didn't stop until every thick inch made it inside.

"Grind your hips against me. You're so tight. You need to get used to my cock first," she dictated to him with a grunt.

Simon followed her lead. He whimpered, his butt squeezing and pushing on her cock. Isabel's eyes shut, she hung over his body and took in all this pleasurable experience had to offer. His hole was so small. It felt made for fucking. Isabel knew she was just the one to do it. So she opened her eyes and slowly pulled out until only a few inches were left inside him.

"Hold onto me," were her words when she drove back in.

"Mmmmhhh ohhh..." Simon whimpered. He clutched her big breasts for dear life. He could feel just how powerful her thick tube was as his insides spasmed around it. 

Isabel used the right amount of restraint at first. Her thrusts weren't violent or painful. That restraint didn't last long. Her deep need couldn't be ignored. She kicked her thrusts into the next gear. Simon's soft inner walls clung wetly to her pole. Isabel really started to give it to him. The truth was she'd never had an ass so tight. Taking his virginity was shaping up to be everything she thought it would be and more.

"Hold onto me tighter!" she demanded.

Isabel's cock was now snapping in and out of him at a fierce pace. Simon's arms wrapped around her broad back and his legs moved to her waist. He held on tight like she'd demanded. Simon could feel a new sensation. Her womanhood caressed a spot deep inside of him. It made his own cock stand up straight and hard like an iron bar. He wanted more of it. Simon bucked his ass back on her pumping cock after each thrust.

"Oh... oh shit! Isabel. Ooooh fuck! Isabel!" he wailed. She responded by scrunching her long torso down and finding his lips. They kissed hungrily, tongues ablaze. Her thrusts were so powerful that he had to stop himself from biting down on her tongue. Isabel groaned into his mouth. Sweat glistened on her brow.

Isabel's orgasm was drawing near. Waves of pleasure pierced through her body. She looked down at her little companion as her fucking caused him to thrash under her. But he held on tight, just like she'd told him. Her womanhood plunged his opening with a formidable mix of speed and power. An onlooker might have found it graceful. They didn't want any onlookers, though. That's why they returned to her tent. This experience was for them and them alone. Isabel's body crashed into his, her sweaty tits spilling all over his face.

"I'm going to fill your hole with my cream. Fuck! I'm gonna cum sooooo good for you," she groaned.

Isabel breasts blurred as they bounced on her chest. Simon didn't know if it was from the speed she used to fuck him or his own orgasm impeding his vision. They were the last thing he saw as his eyes shut tight after that. Simon's body tensed. His insides closed like a clamp on her cock. A mad rush of semen ran up his shaft and spilled out between their bodies. He cried in pleasure and came the hardest of his life.

Isabel's womanhood pulsed inside him. Her balls felt so full. She knew she didn't have long before the urge to cum would be too much. Isabel drove into him with a new purpose, and with much less grace now. She needed to cum. Needed to rid her overflowing balls of their contents and receive all the pleasure that entailed. 

"Cum in me," his voice was soft at first. "Do it. Fill me," he begged her. "Fucking fill my ass with CUM!" Simon finally screamed.

The orgasm Isabel experienced was so powerful that she didn't know if the beads of water flowing down her face were sweat or tears. She used up every ounce of strength her powerful legs could muster on her last thrusts. She buried her stiff rod as far as it would go. Her back arched. Isabel's womanhood lurched inside him and then exploded.

"I'm gonna! Simon..! I'm CUMMING!"

Thick globs of ejaculate spewed from her tip and filled him. Massive blasts of cum shot one after another. Simon rubbed his face into her soft tits as she doused his insides. Her womanhood was so deep. He could feel every throbbing inch of it. Isabel's body went limp. She collapsed on top of her lover, her cock still painting his insides.

Isabel's balls continued to empty. She smiled down at Simon and kissed him when it began to subside. They cuddled each other in after-orgasm bliss. "So this means you're staying?" she giggled.

"Oh yeah," he answered.

"Good." Isabel held her companion, remembering how helpless and alone he'd been when she first found him. She'd been alone, too. But now they had each other. "Oh," Isabel smiled, "I sort of promised Maddie we'd have a threesome tomorrow. I could always get out of it. Might be fun, though."

"I thought you were a little more private than that?" Simon said with a twinkle in his eye.

"I am. It's just Maddie!" Isabel's voice lowered to a husky whisper, "Maddie and I make a good team. She likes to do some naughty, oh so naughty things together. I do too if you're up for them. What do you say?"