9 comments/ 39387 views/ 10 favorites Help By: Lucy1970Harker She unlocked the office door. It was getting dark. She had invented some reason, even to herself, that she had to go there at that moment. But she knew it wasn't the real reason. She had been so turned on all weekend. None of it ever made sense. Maybe a certain thing he said this time. Maybe what he was wearing when she had last seen him. Maybe the way he said her name. It didn't take much. A touch of his hand on her back. But this time he'd moved behind her, and she was sure it was on purpose. He pushed fully against her back and squeezed her shoulders. She felt her face get hot. Her body shivered. Physically he was an addiction that she could only indulge in the smallest of doses, because that's all he would give her. Just enough to keep her insanely craving more, more. And because of that, the smallest touch brought out much more of a reaction. This time it was more than she'd ever felt of him, from him, and she couldn't shake it. So she made up a reason. And went to the office. And got a beer out of the fridge and sat at her desk for a while, thinking. Thinking about him. Thinking about his empty chair. His empty office. All the things he touched. Where he sat. The air he breathed. The newspapers he'd held in his hands. The pen he'd used to write something. It was the most of him she could be close to without actually being close to him. She sat and reasoned with herself. Tried to talk herself down. Talk herself into calming. But she crossed her legs. Felt herself getting wetter. She'd been wet for days. It was maddening. She couldn't stop it and every move was more of a turn-on when she was that way. She couldn't ever be unaware of her pussy. It was hot and wet and reminded her of him every time she moved. She finished the last of her beer. And gave up fighting it. She walked into his office, getting darker by the minute. She pulled his chair out and sat down in it. She let her hands run over the arms, stroking them. She let her hips roll in the chair a little, grinding herself into it. She ran her fingers over his keyboard. Put her hands on the desk. Back to the arms of the chair again, her hands moving back and forth over them, back and forth. She put her head back against the back of the chair, knowing his body had been there. His head had been there. She opened her legs on the chair. She closed her eyes, ran her hands up to her breasts and found her nipples. Squeezing them. She sighed a little, moved in the seat again, moved her hands down, down. She was getting hotter. It had been so many times but it still amazed her each time. She got hot, came so fast when it came to him with virtually no effort. She didn't want to take anything off in his office. Just in case. But she had to press her hands, folded together, between her legs, against her clit, pressing hard, grinding herself into her hands. Her eyes were closed. She started to sigh. It was coming. She pressed harder. She sighed louder. Her eyes closed tightly. Almost there. Almost. Almost. "Need some help?" She froze. Gasped. Froze completely. She was afraid to open her eyes, but she did. She must have been too distracted to hear the key in the door. And saw him leaning in the doorway of his office, arms crossed. Watching. She should have been embarrassed, but she'd gotten herself too hot to be. "How long have you been there?" she said. "Long enough," he said. She looked at his face. It was unreadable, as always. But his eyes looked different. Something was there. She looked at his mouth. Her turn-on was multiplied by one hundred. She put her hands back on the arms of the chair, her head back, legs slightly open, still looking at him. She didn't know what to say. There wasn't anything to say. She started to blush, and covered her face with her hands. He moved then, coming into his office, toward her. He pulled her hands away from her face. "I'm embarrassed," she said. And now she was. "Don't be," he said. He pulled her from the chair, sat down on it, and pulled her back onto his lap, so that her back was to his front, her legs over his on each side. She felt him, warm and strong, underneath her. "Close your eyes," he said. She did, hands holding onto the arms of the chair again. She felt his hands on her hips, squeezing, then down the outside of her thighs, over her knees, and back up the insides, pressing between her legs. She moved her hands from the arms of the chair to his hips under hers and held on for the ride, and bit her lip hard, head back. "I think you were right about here when I walked in," he whispered in her ear. "Oh yeah," she whispered back, and writhing, grinding her hips into his lap, she felt him getting harder as his hands pressed between her legs. "Is that right," he whispered. "Yeah...oh yeah," she said, and her breathing got faster, faster, and it was so hot to have him under her after so many nights of getting off alone in his chair, thinking about him, about his mouth, his hands, his dick, his eyes, those eyes she couldn't look into, and his hands were moving. They moved up now, her back fully against his chest, his hands exploring under her shirt now, and oh, it was so good. Her nipples were so sensitive, and he knew that – knew because she had told him. He was deliberate in his touch, to find them, work them through her bra first, so hard, and then pulling it down to find her naked, hard nipples, squeezing them and teasing them. Her writhing on his lap got more intense, her legs more open, her hands tight on his hips, holding on, her sighs getting louder now, and all it took was a few seconds of relentless, rhythmic rolling of her nipples between his fingers for her to come in a whispering, shuddering way that wouldn't stop. "That's it," he whispered, and he was everywhere, in her ear, under her body, hands all over her, and he moved down now, to the top of her jeans and with liquid ease had had them open, open more, his hands, his fingers slowly moving under them, finding her, and now her whispers grew louder. Softly moaning, mumbling, sighing as his fingers found her clit and she came within seconds of him working it, stroking it and squeezing it. "Wow..." he said finding her wet pussy, opening her, exploring her, and she came again, and his fingers moved inside her, barely inside her. "More...more," she said. And he knew, and lifted her from his lap and onto the desk, and her eyes were still half closed as he faced her now, pulling her jeans away, and she leaned back on her elbows, unable to catch her breath as his fingers found her again and slid inside her, all the way, deep and fast, and she came hard, so hard. And her eyes opened, catching his, and she reached now for the button of his pants and he smiled as she opened it, her smile back evil and determined, focused, despite his unrelenting working of her pussy, and when she found his hard dick with her hands, stroking it, he closed his eyes. He let her touch him only for a few seconds before moving between her legs and pushing himself deep inside her, rocking her, her whispering, urging, pleading for more, just more. And he gave her more, harder, faster, so fast, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to last. He was so turned on from catching her unaware, watching her in his chair. Taking over, feeling her grinding into his dick, making her come, feeling her nipples, her pussy, watching her in an orgasmic, confused frenzy on his desk, it was coming and there was no stopping it and neither of them cared. When he came she was almost grateful for the release from her exploding brain – it was almost too much. He pulled her to him and held her for a few minutes before gently fixing her clothes, her eyes still unfocused but happily, dreamily smiling at him in a way that made him laugh softly. He took her hand and put her back in his chair and touched her hair, looking at her once more. "Are you all right?" he whispered. She laughed at first, then let loose into a momentarily lapse of giggling, covering her face with her hands again. "I'll take that as a yes?" he said, smiling. She nodded behind her hands, her giggling subsiding. He took her hands and she was able to look into his eyes. "I'm going to go. But I'm sure glad I stopped by," he said. "Me too," she whispered, head back against his chair. "Thanks for the help," she whispered, giggling softly again. He put both hands on the arms of the chair to look into her eyes. "Trust me," he said, kissing her mouth softly, "it was my pleasure." He grabbed his bag and headed for the door, then turned around. "Do me a favor?" he said. "Anything," she responded. "Next time you do this, can you turn the chair toward the window?" he asked. She blushed again. "Uh, sure, I guess. Why?" she said. "It's a much better angle for the camera," he said. He was still smiling at her stunned laugh as he walked out into the fall night, and he reminded himself to make sure to charge the camera battery. Soon. Help! It seemed like a great idea at the time, but don't most cluster fucks start out as strokes of genius? Cindy's older sister, Chloe, had asked us if we would be interested in being chaperones on her daughter's class trip to the exotic Caribbean Island of Kokomo. All we had to pay for were our airline tickets. My wife quickly accepted the offer. Chloe even offered to watch our two kids, who were nine and seven, while we were on the trip. Chloe's husband, Will, was an up and coming lawyer in the middle of a big case. He simply could not take the time off for this trip. "I've heard some horror stories about kids, especially girls, on these trips to the islands. If I can't be there to keep an eye on Trish, then I want you and Dave to be there," revealed Chloe. "Make no mistake, Cindy. You and Dave have my permission to take whatever steps you feel are necessary to keep Trish out of harm's way. If you feel you have to tan her butt to keep her from getting into trouble or danger, go ahead and do it. I'd rather have her come home with a bruised ego, and ass, than have her disappear, or worse, on this trip!" "Trish has never given us any problem, Chloe. She's our god-daughter and we love her like our own. Rest assured that we will take good care of her. I really doubt that she'll cause any trouble," responded Cindy. "Cindy, we both remember our class trips," reminded Chloe. "We were lucky that we didn't get into some real trouble. I heard how you split that bottle of bourbon with two other girls and all three of you were sick the next day. I was caught trying to sneak out my bedroom window, and we were staying on the third floor! I was lucky that we had good chaperones. There will be 75 kids on this trip and 15 adults to keep an eye on them. You'll have your hands full!" "Dave will have his eyes full with all those young women running around on the beach in skimpy swim suits," laughed Cindy. "I'll be spending more time keeping him in check than the kids." "Thanks, Sis. I appreciate you doing this for me, and for Trish. She thinks that now that she's 18, she can do whatever she wants, so be warned," advised Chloe. "She's still in our house, we're paying for her college, and she will toe the line." I was thinking exactly as Cindy had suggested. I was going to spend a week on a subtropical island with 75 kids just graduating from high school. I had to believe that at least 35 or so would be female and most of them would look pretty good in little bikinis. Cindy could worry about the discipline. I was going to relax and enjoy myself. I'd be keeping an eye on the kids alright, the female kids! We took two rickety old buses from the small airport to our hotel rooms, which were right on the beach. I had spent the plane trip trying to remember the names of the kids, as well as the chaperones. I soon realized I would never remember them all, so I eliminated all the unimportant names. That was pretty much all the males. That made it a lot easier, but I still was having trouble, so I eliminated some of the older female chaperones. Cindy and I were the youngest chaperones, except for a couple of teachers. All the parents that went were at least in their late thirties. Most were in their forties and a few in their fifties. Miss Marie Beauvais and Mrs. Joan Davis were the two teachers whose names I committed to memory. I salivated thinking about them in tiny little swim suits. If I were any judge of the female form, they would fill their suits out very nicely! It was still early afternoon, so everyone was eager to change and get out to the beach. That was when I had my first surprise. Cindy came out of our bathroom wearing the smallest bikini I had ever seen! Shit! Now I had to keep an eye on her and make sure all the teenage boys with raging hormones didn't get too frisky. Then there were the other male chaperones. How the hell was I supposed to chaperone my wife around adults? Things suddenly became complicated. Cindy was a beautiful woman of 34, who could pass for a twenty-something. The only apparent effect the two kids she delivered seemed to have on her had been to enlarge her breasts a cup size. Now they were trying to spill out of her top. "You like my suit, Dave? I knew you'd be making a fool out of yourself ogling all these beautiful girls on this trip. I thought I'd try to do something to help take your mind off them. The only thing I could come up with was to try to get you to ogle these girls," teased Cindy as she cupped her breasts in her hands. The first few days went pretty well, all things considered. I couldn't range too far from Cindy when we were on the beach. If I left to get a drink or a towel, I'd return to find several of the high school boys had found some reason to chat with Cindy. They always had at least one of the male chaperones with them, too. I always tried to take it in stride and smile as the crowd dispersed upon my return. They always seemed to remember someplace else they had to be when I came on the scene. "What's that smell?" I asked Cindy when I returned to her side after an unusually large group of horny young males had been visiting with her. "I don't smell anything, except the ocean, Dave," replied Cindy. "I think it might be testosterone, hanging like a cloud around here, Cindy," I told her with a straight face. "It's either that or acne medicine. I can't really tell for sure." "Dave!" laughed Cindy. "Those young men are always very polite, even if they do seem to get bulges in their trunks all the time. I'm glad they don't wear those Speedos that show everything. It's nice to be appreciated by young, virile men." "What the hell am I?" I demanded in mock anger. "Most people don't consider 38 as being over the hill. I still get a bulge in my swim suit!" "I noticed that when I saw you talking to that Dakota and her friend, Grace," observed Cindy. "You need to be a little careful, Dave. Those girls are looking for some fun here and you look like the alpha male in this group. Don't lead those girls on, and don't ever find yourself alone with one of them. You are here to protect them. Be sure to keep it that way." I blushed a little at Cindy's comment. Those two girls were absolute knock-outs and they did seem to enjoy being in my company. As I considered my fantasies with those girls, I thought about Chloe, and the other parents, expecting me to do my best to keep them from harm. I already had the hottest woman on the island. I knew that. I had to make sure I kept my head out of my ass and appreciated my situation. It was okay to look, but Cindy was my woman and still my best fantasy. Some of the kids wanted to play tennis, so Cindy, who happened to be an excellent player, and a few other chaperones went with them to the courts. It had been explained to all the kids that none of them were allowed to go anyplace by themselves. Half an hour later, I was approached by Trish and her two friends, Dakota and Grace. "Uncle Dave? Dakota, Grace, and I are going to stroll up the beach a mile or two," stated Trish matter-of-factly. "We're following the rules by checking in with a chaperone before we go." "I don't know if that's a good idea, Trish. I kind of feel responsible and I don't like the idea of you getting that far out of my sight," I admitted. "Then you should come with us, Dave," suggested Dakota. "We can't be any safer than when we are with such a big, strong man. You can keep us in your sight all the time." Trish gave Dakota an annoyed look. That was enough to make up my mind. If Trish didn't want me to go along, it was probably best if I did. "Okay, girls," I relented. "Lead the way." We chatted about all kinds of things as we walked. I realized I was having a good time. Having three beautiful 18 year old girls with me had a lot to do with my contentment. We were almost two miles up the beach when I saw a sign near the dunes. As we approached it, I noted that it was written in several languages. Luckily, English was among them. "Wait, girls," I cautioned. "This is a nude beach! We'd better turn around and go back." As I finished reading the sign and turned to face the girls, I found that Dakota was totally naked and Grace was topless and sliding her bottoms down. Both girls looked absolutely incredible! I had to admit it. I also had the presence of mind to know that I had been set up. They had known where they were going. That was obvious. "Girls, please put your suits back on and we'll go back. You should have asked a female chaperone to come with you if you had this in mind," I complained weakly. "Oh, Dave! Do we look so terrible?" laughed Dakota. "Should we be ashamed to be naked on the beach? Do the other girls here look better?" I looked ahead and saw numerous naked women and men walking, chatting, and just sunning themselves. What sort of mess had I gotten into? "You girls look fantastic and you know it, but this is not right!" I admonished. "I can't go naked and I won't be able to watch you if you go up that beach. I want you to get dressed and we'll go back right now." "Keep an eye on our suits, if not our bodies, Dave," grinned Grace as the two of them took off up the beach. I turned to face Trish. At least she had the sense to be embarrassed. Her face was red, and she still had her suit on. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Dave. I should have told you what we were planning. I couldn't believe it when they invited you to come along with us. They had to know I'd never get naked in front of my own uncle," whined Trish. I picked up the fragments of fabric the girls had been wearing and took Trish by the hand. "Come along with me, Trish. We'll just keep our clothes on and go get them," I decided as I watched the two girls become smaller and smaller as they hurried up the beach. We hadn't gone over a hundred yards when a large man, wearing an ID tag on a string around his neck, and nothing else, stopped us. "This is a nude beach, sir," he needlessly pointed out to me. "I have to ask that you either remove your clothes or return to the other side of the signs." "I'm supposed to be watching a couple girls that took off naked up the beach and we're just trying to catch them," I pleaded. "We'll get off the beach as soon as I catch up to them." "Sir, they aren't breaking the rules. You two are. Please leave, or remove your clothing, right now," he insisted. There it was! My ass was in a real tight crack. If I abandoned Dakota and Grace and they had any sort of trouble, I would be held responsible. If I got naked and they saw me, which they'd have to do since I was determined to catch them, I'd be in a world of shit with Cindy, not to mention some parents and other chaperones! I quickly mulled it over. It seemed that being in trouble with Cindy, and others, was something I could possibly solve with some fast talking. Allowing those two airheads to run into trouble was something I could not explain. "Get out of your suit, Trish!" I growled as I untied my trunks and began sliding them down. "You've put me in a real bind here. I can't leave you alone while I look for them, so get naked. This'll be our secret." Yeah, we'd keep that secret, for about ten seconds! I had no illusions. Dakota and Grace would blab all over, even if Trish knew enough to keep her mouth shut. I tossed my suit, as well as the girls', on a nearby bench, hoping they would still be there when we got back. I saw another garment land on top of mine. Trish was nude, too. I turned to take her hand and start up the beach. She trembled a little, but made no complaint as we hurried after the other two girls. By now they had gone around a curve in the coast and were out of sight. I was fuming. At least I had no trouble not getting an erection. Fear can kill any erotic thought, I realized as we marched after the two friends of Trish's. I was with my wife's beautiful 18 year-old niece on a nude beach. Could there possibly be a better formula for disaster? It got worse. We managed to get to the other end of the nude beach without finding the two girls. I was trying to not stare too long at anyone we passed. I had enough problems without some jealous husband or boyfriend taking offense at my actions. Still, I had managed to look closely enough to know we had not gone by Dakota and Grace. I lost my anger. I started to become worried. Where were they? What if something happened to them? How could I ever explain it? There was no explanation that could be acceptable. As a parent, I knew that. I would expect my kids to be kept safe and out of trouble by their chaperones. That was the sole purpose of having chaperones! The sun was getting low in the sky and the beach was emptying out. I turned with Trish and started back. "Where are they, Uncle Dave?" asked Trish. She didn't seem to even think about the two of us being bare-assed naked any more. She was growing concerned for her friends, too. "I don't know, Trish," I admitted. "Let's walk closer to the dunes. We can watch to the water's edge and look around the dunes at the same time. We had gone about a third of the way back to the spot where Dakota and Grace had left us when I heard voices originating from the other side of a small hill in the dunes. I couldn't make out the words, but the tone was enough to worry me. "Stay here, Trish," I ordered. "It sounds like there might be trouble." I decided there was no reason for subterfuge as I marched over the dune toward the voices. Somehow, I wasn't all that surprised at what I found. Grace and Dakota were sprawled on a couple large beach towels. They were crying as three men were in the process of forcing their legs apart and playing with their tits. "Please!" begged Dakota. "Don't do this. We're virgins. Let us give you hand jobs!" "You dumb cunts," chuckled the man by Grace. "You drank our beer and enjoyed teasing our cocks. Now it's time to pay the fucking piper. Spread your legs, now!" "You'll be thanking us later," laughed another thug. "Consider this the audition for "Goliath and the Anal Virgins". We're just going to loosen you up a little for Goliath. Believe me; you'll be glad we did!" The three men had been concentrating on the girls and never saw me coming. I waded into the first guy just as he dropped to his knees between Grace's trembling legs. He went ass over tin cup as my left fist struck him in the temple. It was not a time for discussion. The bigger of the two remaining men came at me. I stood him up with a left. Then I followed with a right. He went over backwards and stayed there with his toes and dick pointing toward the sky. Then I felt a stunning blow to the back of my head and I dropped to my knees. While I was dazed, the prick kicked me in the ribs and knocked me over. I started to get back up and he caught me in the right eye before I reached my feet. Now I was mad! We stood toe-to-toe and hammered each other. It felt like we were at it for an eternity, but I knew from experience that these things only last a matter of seconds. I finally felt the bastard's jaw break and he keeled over, unconscious before he hit the ground. I swung around to the two girls, who were still lying on the towels, crying hysterically. "Get your asses up!" I barked as I bent to grab Dakota's hand. I quickly had her standing. Grace had jumped to her feet at my command. I put a hand behind each girl and pushed them toward the beach. That was when I saw Trish looking at me with tears in her eyes. She ran and grabbed the two towels the girls had been lying on and came back to me. "Uncle Dave!" she cried. "You're bleeding. Let me wipe the blood off your face!" I was too worried about the goons sleeping back in the dunes to stop. If they came after us, I wouldn't have the element of surprise on my side again, so the final outcome would be far different. By this time I had taken both Dakota and Grace by their hands and I marched rapidly back in the direction of the bench where our clothes were. After about ten minutes of fast walking, I began to get dizzy. My head throbbed and my ribs hurt when I took a deep breath. I headed the girls toward the water. I released them and walked out into the waves. When I got up to my waist, I dropped down and let the water wash over my sore face. It stung, but felt good at the same time. After dunking myself several times, I left the water. Trish was fawning over me as soon as I reached dry land. She handed me a towel and wiped me down with the other. I gasped when she patted my left side. Predictably, she had pressed on the same ribs that had absorbed a pretty good kick. "I'm sorry, Uncle Dave!" apologized Trish as she continued to dry my back and shoulders. "I remember seeing that brute kick you there. I should have known it would be sore." Dakota and Grace had stopped sobbing, but had yet to speak. They had to be thinking about how close they had come to being raped, and possibly worse. I was amazed to find our suits were still on the bench where Trish and I had tossed them. We all dressed silently and started back to the hotel as the sun seemed to drop into the sea. "You girls go get changed and join the group for dinner," I ordered. "They'll be asking where you were and where I was. Just tell them we went for a walk up the beach and we lost track of time. No one needs to know what really happened. Your reputations are at stake. Keep to your story." I thought it would be better for the girls if no one knew they were on a nude beach, drinking beer, and almost raped. It would also be a lot better for me it the entire incident went under the radar. I managed to make it back to my room without attracting too much attention. I kept the towel over my head and just peeked out from under it. I spent twenty minutes under a very hot stream of water in the shower. Then I collapsed into the bed. I carefully pulled the sheet over my head, faced the wall and lay on my stomach. I didn't want Cindy to see my face. I was probably sleeping for half an hour when Cindy came into the room. "Just where the hell were you, Dave?" she demanded immediately. "You just up and disappear with three girls for almost four hours? I warned you about that very thing! Trish and her friends wouldn't tell me anything, except you went for a long walk and lost track of time." She yanked the sheet off my head and shoulders, but I kept still, facing the wall. "Look at me when I talk to you," she insisted. "Are you too ashamed to look me in the eye?" "Cindy, I made a mistake in judgment. I admit it, but I did not do anything with those girls that you should be upset with," I declared into the pillow. "Just leave me alone and let me sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning." I heard Cindy curse and the door slam. I drifted off to sleep. I awoke again around midnight and found I was alone in my bed. I got up and went to the bathroom. My hope had been that I would be healed my morning. That dream went out the window when I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had a cut over my left eye and it was badly discolored. My nose was swollen and the side of my chest was bruised. I looked through the small first aid kit in the medicine cabinet, but found nothing that looked like it would help. Then I heard the door open and muffled voices carried through the bathroom door. There was a sharp knock and then the bathroom door opened. "Oh, Dave!" cried Cindy as she looked at my sorry mug. "Why didn't you tell me? Get on the bed and let me take care of you, Baby!" I was hurting pretty good by now so I let Cindy lead me back to the bed. That was when I noticed Trish was in the room. I looked for something to cover my nakedness. "It's no time for modesty, Dave," whispered Cindy in my ear as she held a wet cloth to my head. "Trish, go get whatever pain medication they have in the lobby. Tell them to bill it to our room." Help! "Trish finally broke down and told me what happened, Dave. She didn't spare herself or her friends, either. They seem to think you're their knight in shining armor," revealed Cindy after Trish had left the room. "It looks like there are some chinks in that armor, Dave. Why didn't you tell me what happened when I came in earlier and made an ass of myself?" "I screwed up, Cindy. I let those girls play me like a violin. I thought I'd be looking better by morning and no one would ever be the wiser," I mumbled over a fat lip. "Better by morning? Shit, Dave, I'm tempted to take you to the hospital, except I don't have very much faith in the voodoo they practice on this island. You'll look like hell for a week or two after we get home," predicted Cindy, much to my consternation. The next day found me lying on the beach, letting the sun soak into my aching joints and flesh. I knew everyone was talking about my appearance, but no one had actually asked me for details. It was obvious that my plan to keep the whole thing quiet was not going to work. "Today at breakfast, Dakota and Grace told everyone what happened yesterday," revealed Cindy as she massaged lotion into my skin. "Some of the boys were making comments about how you must have had your ass kicked by someone. The girls decided that the truth needed to be told. Trish said you could hear a pin drop as they told their story about how you came over that dune and took out three very bad men. You're almost in the same class as Chuck Norris now," laughed Cindy. "I wondered why your entourage of hormonal teens wasn't following you around today. Maybe they're afraid of my roundhouse kick?" I suggested with a painful smile. I went to bed early that night and slept around the clock. My ribs were even sorer than they had been the previous day, but my face had lost the vivid colors of the previous day and now was mostly a sickly yellow around my eye. I felt a lot better. That day was our last full day one on the island. The chaperones had agreed to split into two groups and accompany the kids to the only two clubs on the island on their last night. The legal drinking age was 18. We spent about half an hour explaining to the kids that those under 18 were to NOT drink any alcohol. Those that were 18 were threatened with any and all possible punishments if they had more than a few drinks over the course of the evening. No one was to leave either club without permission and a chaperone escort. Cindy and I were with the group that included Trish, Dakota, and Grace. They had a good time, but appeared to follow the rules that had been laid out for them. It was around ten in the evening when the shit hit the fan. Mrs. Reynolds, the high school vice-principal and the person in charge of the trip, sought me out as I sat at a small table with Cindy and a couple other chaperones. "David!" she exclaimed as I stood to welcome her. "We can't find Kathy Mills! She was dancing at the other club, having a good time with her friends. They said she wasn't drinking much, but she started staggering around. Then some guy offered to help her outside to get some air. She never came back in! By the time the girls told me about it, she was no where to be found. I'm at a loss here, David. What should we do?" Normally the answer would be to call the police. The problem was that the people at our hotel had strongly recommended that we not rely on the island's police force for any sort of assistance. It was riddled with corruption and graft. "Did anyone see what the guy looked like?" I asked quickly. Mrs. Reynolds pushed a girl up to me as I asked my question. She looked like a deer mouse with her glasses and small face. "I saw the man. He was pretty big. He had dark hair and a heavy tan. He also had a big lump on the side of his forehead. It was yellowish and sore looking," she concluded. I pulled off the dark glasses I was wearing and pulled the girl closer to me. "Was it yellow like my eye?" I asked, and watched her as she nodded. Damn! It could well be one of the pricks I had tangled with a couple days earlier. The Mills girl was in some serious shit if that was the case. "Cindy, I think you may have had too much to drink tonight," I told her. "You are going to go to that club and act more than a little drunk, and quite available. Let's hope these creeps are still looking for a second female." I was remembering the guy's statement about Goliath and anal virgins. He said virgins, as in plural. That would seem to mean that more than one girl was required for their movie, or webcast, or whatever it was. "Dave, don't you think I'm a little old for their tastes, or do you think any warm body will work?" asked Cindy. I looked at my wife in her little black dress and knew that no man would be immune to her beauty. I just had to be sure that I kept her safe. "Cindy, if a man is breathing, he'll want that luscious body and beautiful face," I assured her. Twenty minutes later, I was sitting at the bar of the Coconut Grove, watching as Cindy danced and partied with the kids from Trish's school. It would appear to the casual observer that Cindy was feeling the effects of too much rum. Then I saw him! It was the guy I had smacked in the temple. I pulled my baseball cap low over my face and pushed my dark glasses higher on my nose and watched. It was too crowded to see Cindy every second, but I did my best. Sure as hell, the knot-headed man started dancing with Cindy! The crowd made it difficult for me to see her clearly. After about five minutes, I saw Cindy tilt her head back and drain her drink! I had warned her to not accept any drinks. It seemed likely these guys would be slipping something into their victims' beverages. A few minutes later, Cindy has being half dragged and half led out a side door! I raced out the front and ran around to the side and watched the guy load Cindy into the back of a car. He jumped into the back with her and the car sped away. I jumped on a dirt bike I had parked behind the club and took off after them. I left the lights off as I swung into the road a few hundred yards behind the car. I followed it inland about a mile and watched as it parked by what appeared to be a small, abandoned warehouse. I crept around to the back and looked through a dirty window pane. Cindy and Kathy Mills were flopped down on a large bed. Both were naked except for their underwear. Cindy was in a black thong and the Mills girl was wearing a small pair of pink bikini panties. She had seemed a little shy, always wearing one piece swim suits, but it was obvious that she had the figure to wear anything she wanted. Both girls seemed dead to the world. There were bright lights suspended above the bed and several cameras on stands spaced around the bed. I saw the second man I had knocked out on the beach that day explaining something to a very large man. By large, I mean close to seven feet tall and well over three hundred pounds! I looked around for some sort of weapon, knowing I would surely need one. There was no way he was going to use my wife, or Kathy Mills for some perverted porno movie. If the guy was in proportion, no woman could have anal sex with him and ever be the same. I had to act quickly! I found an old broken oar against the wall. It was the handle part without the flat end and was over five feet long. I hefted it in my right hand and carefully started around the building. In the almost full moon, I saw a man standing near the car. I could make out a bandage around his jaw. It caused me to grin to myself. He was going to get very tired of me very soon. I heard the unmistakable sounds of a man pissing as I approached him from behind. He never knew what hit him. I may have been a tad rough, but I had decided it was better to err on the side of caution. These guys were rapists and kidnappers, after all. I stepped quietly into the building. The bright lights over the bed made everything else very dark. I had no trouble getting close to the two men huddled in conversation near the bed. They were discussing which girl's ass the big guy should plunder first. That solidified my desire to take them both out. I tried to take them both in one stroke. I brought the club around in a long, fast arc. It broke one of the lights, then bounced off the top of the smaller man's head and continued on to smack the giant in the shoulder. The first guy went down. The big one didn't! He grabbed his lower shoulder and turned toward me. That blow would have broken the arm of most men! He who hesitates is lost. I proceeded to do my best Ringo Starr imitation on the big man's head. I mean to say that I pummeled the guy's noddle a dozen times before he could take a step. As he slowly sunk toward the floor, I gave him a really good smack upside his ear. That seemed to do it. I turned to see if there was anyone else that needed my attention. That was when I felt something slam my already injured ribs. I fell flatter than piss on a board. I shook my head and looked around. The third guy from my encounter in the dunes was standing over me, with a hand gun. He pointed it at my head and I closed my eyes. I heard a sharp crack, but never felt any new shocks to my body. I looked up to see Cindy holding my broken oar in her hands and the man with the gun stretched out by my feet. She must have been playing possum after all! "Dave!" cried Cindy. "He shot you! How bad are you hit? There's blood all over your chest!" It occurred to me that I was feeling pretty good for having just been shot. I felt my side and found a bloody gash along my ribs, but no real hole! The miserable prick was a lousy shot! "I'm okay, Cindy, but we have to get going," I insisted. The light I had broken had started a small fire in a pile of cartons and trash near the bed. As dry as the building was, it would be an inferno in a few minutes. I grabbed a digital camera and snapped a picture of the three men spread around the floor and handed it to Cindy. Then I grabbed Kathy and flung her over my shoulder. She was coming out of her comatose state, but was still groggy and disoriented. We hurried out of the building. I put Kathy down long enough to roll over my first clubbing victim and take his picture. Then I pulled the chip from the camera and slid it into my pocket. I tossed the camera back inside the burning building. It occurred to me that the men inside could perish in the fire, but that thought caused me very little concern. That was the chance they took when they decided to prey on women. They could burn in hell for all I cared. I ripped what was left on my shirt off and wiped the blood from my side. It stung like hell and I could feel the blood running down my side and into my pants. I tossed away the rag that had been my shirt, flipped Kathy Mills back over my right shoulder and started back the way I had come, with Cindy at my side. We hadn't gone a quarter mile when I tired out. Kathy was squirming and making noises, so I put her down on her feet, supporting her with my hand around her back. That was when we heard a commotion. It was apparent that a crowd was coming down the road. I cursed myself for not bringing my trusty club. Suddenly from the shadows of a stand of palm trees, the kids from the school materialized in the moonlight. They stopped about ten feet in front of us, trying to make sense of what they were seeing. "Wow! Awesome tits!" was the exclamation I heard clearly. Cindy and Kathy must have heard it, too. They stepped closer and leaned into me. I instinctively put my arms around them. There was a brilliant flash and I realized one of the kids had their camera with them. Then everyone started talking at once. A couple of the boys offered their shirts to Cindy and Kathy. We started back to our hotel. "We saw the fire in the distance and the kids demanded that we hurry out to see if we could help you, Dave," revealed Mrs. Reynolds. "None of us had any doubt that you were involved in the blaze somehow. We were quite confident that you would find Kathy and Cindy, and you have proven our faith was well placed. "Dave has been shot," explained Cindy. "He said it wasn't too bad, but he's bled a lot. We need to get him back to the hotel and examine the wound." That brought a lot of gasps from the kids. Trish, Dakota, and Grace ran up to offer me help. Kathy, the quiet one, surprised us all when she spoke, while lifting my arm back over her shoulder. "Back off, girls!" she warned. "Cindy and I will be the ones to help Dave walk back. You're not the only ones who have had their lives saved by this guy!" No one slept that night. The kids were far too juiced to even consider it. We just packed and prepared for the buses to pick us up. We did manage to catch our flight on time. My gash in my side was swollen and ugly. Cindy found some antibiotic cream and put it over the wound and bandaged me. I slept most of the flight home. Buses from the school met us at the airport and transferred us back to the school where the parents had been instructed to pick up their kids. Mrs. Reynolds refused to dismiss the kids until they all filed into the auditorium with their parents and chaperones. Everyone groaned, but she refused to yield. The she stepped up on the stage and gave a little impromptu speech. "I want to thank everyone for their patience. By now, many of you have heard some of what transpired on our class trip. I can honestly say that we would not have returned with all the kids if it hadn't been for Dave and Cindy Bates. They risked their lives and suffered more than a little to ensure that all our kids made it back alive and well," she told the crowd. "Dave Bates' first stop after this gathering will be county hospital. It seems that he might have some broken ribs, severe bruising on his face, and of course there's the matter of a gunshot wound. All of that was the price he paid to protect our students, and I thank him from the bottom of my heart for all of us." There was a round of applause along with all kinds of questions, before Mrs. Reynolds managed to wave the crowd quiet. "There is one more thing. This school will never send its students to any island again. From now on, it's Disney World, or New York, or Chicago, but always within the boundaries of this country!" she proclaimed. I spent a couple hours at the hospital. I had to get some kind of shots, have the wound cleaned, and bandaged again. When Cindy and I came back out into the waiting room, Dakota, Grace, Kathy, and Trish were all waiting for us with their parents. I was a little embarrassed at the praise and appreciation expressed by the parents. Cindy's sister, Chloe, hugged me for a long time and I felt her tears trickle against my cheek. She struggled to speak. "Dave, I had no idea what I was getting you into when I asked you and Cindy to chaperone, but I'm so glad I did! I doubt anyone else could have handled everything as well as you did. Trish told me how you dragged her naked up and down a nude beach, stopped to save a couple girls, and still remained a perfect gentleman. Sis has a keeper in you!" Dakota made sure she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Grace did the same. Trish gave me a long hug. Kathy, the quiet, shy valedictorian of the class, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long wet kiss on the lips as the others broke into laughter. "You saved me Dave. I'll never forget it, either. If Cindy ever stops treating you right, look me up, okay?" she whispered. I thought things would return to normal within a few days, but it wasn't to be. One of the cable news channels sent out Greta something. The other had some woman named Nancy show up to interview everyone. I wanted to decline, but Cindy, Trish, Dakota, Grace, and Kathy all insisted that I appear, too. We went on TV to answer questions and tell our stories. I thought both appearances went pretty well. I found out that they didn't find any bodies at the scene of the fire. I guess the bad guys got away, probably with some severe headaches. One of the computer whiz-kids from the trip posted the pictures I took of the four guys all over the web, along with some pretty damning descriptions of their actions. They actually have their own web page. Two of them have been caught already. The government of Kokomo promised to clean up the corruption and make the island safer for tourists. We'll see about that. The coolest thing that happened was with Kathy, the shy valedictorian. You might think that she would have been traumatized from the abduction and near rape. It turns out that the picture the kid took of her, Cindy, and me, after our escape came out really well. People Magazine had it for the cover of their next issue with the banner "Komotion in Kokomo!" You really had to see it to appreciate how incredible the picture was. It showed me standing shirtless with a discolored eye and blood running down my left side. Under my left arm was Cindy. Her breasts were pressed against me just enough to cover her nipples and show the swell of her breasts from the side. Her left hand was resting just below my belt with her palm spread. My hand was resting on her bare ass cheek. Some of my blood was smeared on her breast and it looked erotic as hell. Cindy's face looked incredibly beautiful. Her tongue was lightly brushing her lip. Under my right arm was Kathy. Her surprisingly full breasts were pressed against my right side, again just covering her nipples. Her hand was on my upper chest. Her hair was all over, almost like a lion's mane. Her face had a tantalizing, inscrutable look. This was the class valedictorian! Kathy partnered with the boy that took the picture, and together they made a poster of it. It sold pretty well, too. She insisted that Cindy and I receive a share from the sales, even though Kathy traveled around signing the posters for admiring fans... mostly teen boys. She even made the rounds of all the talk shows. I heard she's been signed to appear in a movie next spring. Speaking of movies, there are negotiations underway to make a TV movie out of our island adventure. I hope Brad Pitt is cast to play me, and that the movie is on HBO, and not Lifetime! Help a Buddy Out Nick was sitting at his desk poring over his math textbook for the past hour, taking copious notes in preparation for his midterm the next week. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and he saw that it was his buddy Travis who was calling him. Travis was at a party, and Nick wondered what kind of trouble Travis was in now. They were best of friends, but Travis always managed to create chaos out of thin air, and more often than not Nick would have to bust in to save his ass. He considered letting the call go to voicemail and getting back to his book, but his buddy could be in real trouble, and reluctantly he picked up Travis' call. "Dude, how long is your dick?" was the question that greeted Nick. Nick almost wanted to hang up immediately, but decided to stay on a little longer to check if his buddy wasn't too drunk. "Travis, how much have you had to drink?" "I'm sober enough, thanks for asking, but this is a serious question here. Just trust me for once and answer me: how long is your dick?" Nick sighed, and decided to play along. "About 7 inches erect, I guess?" "Great! I knew you'd be able to help out. Get down to College and Jameson, the yellow apartment building, and ring Apartment 14. I'll let you in when you get here," Travis said, and he hung up before Nick could give his shouts of protest. Nick almost wanted to call back and give his refusal, but Travis was unbelievably resistant on party-based matters, and Nick knew it would be futile to refuse this invitation. He was also somewhat worried Travis was completely drunk, and would need someone to see him home. With that he got on his bike and started cycling to the address he was given, wondering what Travis was up to now. Ringing the apartment number, Nick heard Travis' voice from the buzzer, saying "Alright dude, you're here! Just come to Apartment 14 and knock, the door will be open." Nick complied with the instructions, preparing himself for the wasted state his friend would be in and the words of advice he'd use to coax him out of trouble, and was completely unprepared for what awaited him. As Nick opened the apartment door, he was greeted by the sight of Travis nude form, his long gangly blond dreads on his skinny frame, sitting on a couch with a huge smile on his face, as a smoking hot brunette girl was sucking on his dick. "Nick, you made it!" Travis said, welcoming Nick with open arms. "Jen, this is Nick." The brunette girl released her mouth from the erect penis and looked up to Nick, giving him a better view of her. She was extremely pretty, with a waifish face and huge blue eyes, her wavy brown hair falling slightly past her shoulders. She had medium sized tits and a skinny waist, with enough of an ass to be considered bootylicious. Somehow, she seemed familiar to Nick, and before he could place her she stood up and approached him, whispering into his ear, "I think you should get naked too, so we can start." Travis apparently noticed the look of shock that crossed Nick's face, and started chuckling at his reaction. "Man, sorry dude, I forgot to tell you what you were getting into. I met Jen here at the party, and she really wanted to fuck back here at her place, but she's craving a little excitement, y'know? Not literally 'a little', though, she wants big enough cocks to satisfy her, and luckily for you and me, we qualify!" Jen seemed to be ignoring Travis, already working on the belt at Nick's shorts, before pulling both his shorts and underwear down to his feet, revealing Nick's growing erection. She stared at it for awhile, and said, "I'm going to have to fix this, aren't I?", before wrapping her lips around its base and sucking back and forth, slurping greedily on his ever growing member. Nick, in the meanwhile, wasted no time in getting his shirt off, revealing his toned upper body, with noticeable pecs and abs that weren't too huge, just results from semi-regular trips to the gym. His own short-cropped brown hair was more respectable than Travis' unkempt locks, but it merely reflected the difference in their personalities, but it did not affect the trust and friendship they had. With his shirt off, he quickly stepped out of his shorts and boxers that had been pulled down to his ankles, careful to allow Jen to maintain her careful rhythm that had quickly brought him to full mast. Releasing her lips from a dick once again, Jen leaned back with a look of satisfaction, saying "You're much larger than 7 inches, Nick, probably closer to 8. But that's all the better, and it looks like we're ready." Walking to the coffee table where Travis was sitting by, she retrieved two condom wrappers, and cracked them open with her teeth, pulling them around the base of Travis' dick, then Nick's. She also retrieved a bottle of lube and flipped it open. She got on her knees in front of Nick, and smiled. "I'm going to start by sucking you off," she said to Nick, "while Travis can fuck my pussy doggy style. Travis, you're going to put some lube on your fingers and finger my asshole. Use your middle finger first, then work your way to two then three fingers. I want my asshole loosened up for what I have planned next." Finished with her words, she wrapped two fingers around the base of Nick's cock, slowly rubbing with her hands simultaneously while slowly swallowing his cock. Travis, in the meanwhile, wasted no time guiding his hard-on into her waiting pussy, while he began liberally applying lube onto his fingers, plunging them slowly into her waiting asshole. She moaned as he did so, letting out a sultry gasp even with her mouth full of cock. Nick himself was having the time of his life, his entire dick being deepthroated by this incredible hottie, as she continued to bob her head up and down the entire length of his cock. After about two minutes, she stopped her fellatio, and signalled to Travis to stop his doggystyle. "We're going to switch now," she said. She turned around to face Travis now, swaying her ass at Nick while she did so. "I'm now going to suck your dick, Travis, while Nick pounds me in the asshole. I won't be satisfied until you get your whole dick all the way into my ass, so you better not stop!" With that, she began furiously sucking on Travis' dick, even grabbing onto his hips for support. Nick did not forget her instructions, liberally applying lube to his hard dick and slowly inserting his dick into her asshole, feeling its tightness as it wrapped itself around the head of his dick. He pushed in harder, causing her to release her grip of Travis' dick and scream, but finally he got his penis all the way into her asshole, rhythmically following the thrust of her ass to pull out about halfway, then slam his entire cock back into her asshole. They went on for about five minutes, when Travis let out a slow moan, going "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck", and his cock slowly grew flaccid as he came. While Jen had her mouth free for a moment, she told Nick, "Don't stop, continue pounding my ass. Fuck my pussy with your fingers, yes, that's the way, uhh..." She began moaning as Nick started finger-fucking her, but Jen did not see a reason why Travis couldn't continue, removing the condom from his dick while sucking on it to return him to full hardness, while she continued thrusting her ass at Nick to receive the pounding from his cock and fingers. While Travis was putting on a new condom, Jen suddenly yelled, "Oh God I'm cumming," as her entire body shuddered, sending shockwaves through Nick's dick and hand. Pushing Travis onto the couch now, she made him placed his dick straight up like a flagpole, squatting down with both her legs spread past his, guiding her ass and his dick to meet, easily getting his entire length into her anus. She let out a small moan, but continued with her directions. "Nick, come here and fuck my pussy, I want both of you in me at the same time, and I want you to ram me at full fucking speed." Nick eagerly complied, plunging his raging member into her wet, waiting pussy, and she let out a yelp once again, both her holes full of cock, and Nick and Travis fucking her began to thrust in and out of those holes, causing her to moan with intense pleasure. She grabbed Nick's hands, and began sucking on the fingers of one, while making the other cup one of her perfectly shaped boobs. She rubbed the nipple of his other boob with her hand, and the volume of her moans gradually increased, letting out a small scream every once in awhile, accompanied by shudders rushing through her whole body. Suddenly, after several minutes of intense fucking, Travis yelled, "OH FUCK I'M CUMMING," as he jettisoned his semen into the condom, pulling out of Jen's ass and rolling onto the other side of the couch, panting in exhaustion. Jen seemed to ignore him, only having eyes for Nick. She stopped sucking on his fingers, and said, "God you're such a fucking stud. I've cum like four times already and you're still going." Nick had never been called a stud before, and his ego surged at the compliments to his sexual prowess. She continued, "Bang me hard, Nick, harder than you've down before, but I want to be kissing you while you cum." With that, she grabbed his face with her hands, and pulled him in for a liplock, the most intense kiss he'd ever experienced in his life. Maintaining the rhythm with which he was banging her pussy became harder, and soon he felt the surge of pressure in his balls, and he knew he was going to cum. Ramming even faster then, he plunged his member all the way inside her as he began his orgasm, and from the moans she was letting out and the veritable earthquake on the couch, Jen was having one as well. Tired but satisfied, Nick released himself from Jen, rolling off onto the other side of the couch. He looked over to the other side, and saw Jen breathing heavily, her boobs heaving in a delightful motion, her legs seemingly limp after all that fucking. He noticed Travis had rolled off onto the floor and was already snoring, apparently overly tired from their fucking session. Jen's eyes met his, and she crawled over to him on the couch, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Get it up for me, one more time?" she pleaded, and though Nick was already extremely tired, he complied, plunging his dick into her ass as she rode him cowgirl style. They were both spent, for Nick didn't last too much longer, and they both came once more in this short fuck session, finally collapsing prone on the couch, cuddling with each other after that exhausting night of sex. After exploring each other's bodies with their hands, Jen spoke up. "I know you from somewhere don't I ... do you take Kirishima's class?" Nick was surprised when the realization hit him. That's where he'd seen her before. She was the pretty brunette who often wore baggy track suits to lecture. Never would he have imagined that she would have such a stunning body underneath. "Yeah, I am," came his reply. "I was actually studying for the midterm before Travis called me." "I need so much help with that class," she said with a wicked smile. "Do you think maybe you'd want to study together some time?" Nick could only imagine what their study sessions would amount to, and a grin slowly grew on his face. "Yeah, I'd love to."