0 comments/ 127032 views/ 21 favorites Illegal Immigrants By: mangrove jack Chapter 1 It was mid morning when Len nosed his barge up on the beach and stepped ashore on the warm white sand. He took his rifle and his cane knife then carefully looked around his eyes peeled for crocodiles and wild pig. Satisfied it was safe he let Bluey his old blue cattle dog off the lead and started out over the sand towards the big tree on the edge of the river mouth. After a few hours exploring Len returned happy that he had found the abandoned remnants of an old galvanized iron igloo and concrete airstrip built by the Americans in the forties during the Second World War. Len knew from talking to locals that the Americans surveyed an area for water before they stationed their troops in remote areas. After talking to those old locals about the facilities provided for the American airmen he knew it wouldn't be long before he found the well or the bore that they would have drilled to provide one of the basic necessities in the remote tropics. With a safe river anchorage protected from the Gulf Cyclones by the sand banks and a high red cliff face, he decided that he may have found a perfect location to establish his new camp. Tired after his survey he waded through the incoming tide climbed on his barge lit a smoke boiled the Billy and thought back over the last days. More than a week had passed since he had left the gulf town that had been his home port for years. He had made up his mind to move after a night of rape and violence when the local aborigine kids burnt homes and destroyed all the vehicles in the council yard. Before he left he met the elders and councilors in the main street outside the store and told them a few home truths in a way that left them standing in stunned silence as he headed back to the wharf. With all his possessions including his old blitz truck crammed on his sixty foot landing barge and towing his dinghies crowded with crab pots and nets he had spent days easing his way up thought the shallows and sand banks of a dozen Gulf Rivers and streams looking for a place to set up a new camp. A bush Parson who had spent years in the north had told him of the many wartime airstrips that dotted the Gulf. He said that in most cases the strips were constructed quite close to the mouths of the big tidal rivers providing deep water access for the American troops. Len had never forgotten the Parsons words and had set out to find an old strip when he left town. To his surprise the one near his camp was covered by light undergrowth that would not take much to clear. He recalled as he planned his camp how the parson had said that it was on the cards that the strips could eventually be partly reopened for a growing outstation movement populated by aborigine families that wanted to move their kids away from the grog soaked towns and reserves. "I hope they don't reopen this one. We don't want any neighbors," Len told Bluey as he moved the barge up the beach on the high tide. Days passed quickly as he unloaded his gear and moved it to high ground. With everything including the old blitz truck finally unloaded and covered with tarps he started to build his camp. Working from daylight to dark he struggled to create a temporary place from which to build a long term home. He worked knowing that all of his construction work was temporary until he found the bore the Americans would have sunk years ago. Without water this site could only be a temporary home. So he was over the moon when he finally found the wartime well under an overgrown steel cover near the big Fig tree. To his delight the water was cool and sweet having filtered its way up through the white coastal sand. Now that he had a constant supply of fresh water he started to build more permanent structures. With his generator operating he piped water to fill his tanks and provide fish processing facilities. With his nets set and the ability to store his processed fish he started on the job of building a place to live. The biggest job working on his own was to construct a camp centre with a high roof to house his kitchen and living area. Len spent a lot of time on the foundations knowing his structures had to withstand the powerful winds that whipped across the gulf as well as provide protection from the harsh tropical sun and the torrential rains. With his camp growing and his nets working the gulf flats he erected a mast and established radio contact with the fisherman's co-op to keep in touch with market prices. The work was hard on his own. Things that should have taken hours took days forcing Len to reduce the time spent building to concentrate on fishing. The sandy coastal flats had not been fished for years and the quality and quantity of his daily catch created added work as he prepared them for the market. When his barge's freezers could hold no more fish it was time to return to sell his catch in the town he had left so abruptly. Even with his freezers full Len found it hard to head back to town. His new camp was still very basic but it was peaceful and quiet free from the pressures of town life. The decision was made for him when his radio contacts told him a new southern buyer had flown in to buy fish prawns and crabs from the gulf fisherman. When he could wait no longer he locked down his camp fire and waited to the last minute until he could catch the top of the tide and take a shortcut across the flats back to town. On reaching the town wharf he was disappointed to see a number of large company owned Gulf trawlers tied up ahead of him making it impossible for him to keep to his plan of unloading and returning to camp on the same day. Leaving Bluey aboard to guard his catch he drifted down the wharf and set out to walk along the five mile track to the town and its community supermarket. He was walking slowly in the mid morning heat when a new four wheel drive utility groaned to a halt beside him. "Want a lift into town friend?" a woman called as he looked around to see a large happy faced brunette winding down the window of the Ute. You'll roast in this heat," she cried as she swung the door open. "You're bloody right," Len said as he jumped at the chance of a lift. Once they were moving the woman took one hand from the wheel and shoved it out in a gesture that meant shake hands. "I'm Glady, I'm a new teacher at the school and I also double as a nurse at the clinic. Who are you? I haven't seen you before." "I'm Len Evans, I used ton live here until a couple of months ago," Len replied. "I decided to give this place away after the kids destroyed most of the community property." Glady looked him over, "oh are you the one I heard about when I arrived last week. They are still talking about the way you gave the women elders on the council a serve. If I'm right you accused them of closing a blind eye to the rapes and violence." "The teachers who were here before me cheered when they were told you publicly attacked the men calling them a mob of drunken bludgers who were ruining their kids lives by letting them wag it from school. Non locals say you generally said what everyone who works here knows to be true before you told them they could take their community and shove it. You were off to live on your own. Is that about it?" Len smiled "yes it wasn't my best performance, I didn't miss them but it wont do any good they will just buy another six pack." Glady pulled up in front of the Council offices, "what are you doing back here if you hate the place so much?" she asked with a wicked grin. Len decided he liked Glady. "I'm tied up down in the creek waiting to unload a freezer load of fillets. I have to keep coming back to the co-op because I order my stores by phone from a catalogue and they send them up from the south on the fuel freighter. I pick them up, fill up with fuel and pay my bills when I get cashed up from selling my fillets." "I'm here until tomorrow afternoon because we have to wait for the fuel barge to arrive and pump its load into the storage tanks. If you and the other new teachers are tired of drinking with each other in the confines of that school house bring them down to the wharf tonight and give me a call. I'll give you a feed of fresh seafood in return for a little conversation." Len was sitting on the deck enjoying the cool evening breeze when he saw Gladys utility and another car approaching. It took him two trips in the tiny pram dinghy before the eight teachers were settled on the rear deck. "They all wanted to meet you," Glady explained. "Some want to argue with you over the town's future others just want to get out of the house and hear a new voice or a new point of view." Len realised how much he had missed female companionship as he argued and joked with the young women teachers. They all kissed him on the cheek as they introduce themselves, telling him he was the best thing that had happened since they arrived with Gladys a week ago. "What makes my visit so special?" he growled as he poured their drinks and laid out some prawns and crabs on the table. "A fit single sober white man without a pot belly is a bit of a novelty," a short curly headed girl who told him to call her Kim said as she slumped back on his bunk. Gladys laughed, "Don't kid yourself. I don't think any of us came up here expecting to meet an eligible bachelor. What we didn't know was that we would have to lock ourselves up each evening in a school house fenced with razor wire to escape the drunken violence. We never leave our compound at night it's too dangerous. We didn't decide to visit you tonight until we asked the police sergeant to keep an eye out and let us back into the compound when we get back." "I am surprised that the government sent young women up here," Len said when they grew quiet. "We volunteered," Kim called, "it helps your future promotion chances if you take a difficult school early in your career. Now you know why we're here what's your story." "There's not much to me, what you see is what you get. I`m a forty year old fisherman. I came to this town nearly twenty years ago as a twenty-one year old public servant when the department ran the reserve. I loved the gulf and its people but didn't like the department or what it was doing so I jumped at the chance to buy out an old timer who had to go south for health reasons." "I've been here and there around the gulf ever since." He stopped when Kim asked, "Are you married." Studying her athletic legs he groaned, "no I'm not married, never have been and living up her with very few available women probably will never get hitched." He scratched Bluey`s ear, "this is my mate he's less trouble than a wife." Melanie a tall blonde waited until they settled down and started to eat the fish Len was cooking. "We have all heard how you blasted the men folk because kids were wagging it from school. You were spot on, only about ten percent of the total enrollment turn up each day." Glady joined in, "In the week I've been here I've seen more teachers and officials at school than I've seen kids." She waved her arm pointing to the other women. "We are here for a couple of terms and want to teach. If the parents won't send them how can we get the kids to come to school?" Len continued cooking and took a swig of beer from his stubbie before answering. "I'm not a teacher but I can remember a few years ago when I helped a young copper who was here for six months like you to start a touch football competition. He was a football fanatic. He talked some of us who liked footy into helping him use the council equipment to clean all the rubbish off the sports ground and top dress it with sand. Then we got onto the local Member of Parliament and he had some footy gear sent up to the school." "The young copper laid down some strict rules. The most important rule said if you don't attend school you can't play touch footy each afternoon. Within weeks the school ground was full of kids. Each afternoon when I was here to help we picked teams and played forty minute games it was so popular no one went home until it was too dark to play anymore." Nancy the youngest at age 24 had sat close to him throughout the night teasing him whilst accusing him of being a racist redneck who didn't think aborigines could look after themselves. When he finished she sat up, her young body bumping against his. "They don't play any sport at all now. What happened?" "When the young policeman's six months was up and he left there was no one to keep it going. I returned to my fishing and the next copper was an old bloke who wasn't interested in sport. " Len could feel their interest and went on, "these kids are natural athletes. If they get a chance many of them will go far but someone has to do it. Most parents and elders are too far gone on the grog to care about their kids." Nancy took his arm and whispered, "I'm interested in the girls what about them." Len loved the feel of her young body as it bumped against his when the barge swung in the breeze. "They used to play touch footy but no one has ever done anything special for the girls. All the kids love to compete so maybe netball, basketball, or volleyball would take on but you need the gear and some one to organize it." The teachers stayed later than they had planned as they sat and discussed how to introduce sport into the school. Nancy and a teacher named Barbara were the most enthusiastic they promised to call back after school. Kim who had drank the most and studied Len closely throughout the night kissed him on the lips before he rowed them ashore in the early hours of the morning. "Let me know when you are next in port," she whispered. "They can get the basketball gear sent up and I'll leave it to you to help them." She kissed him again her hand rubbing the lump in his pants, "don't give these youngsters all your time you will have more fun with me." Len woke up next morning to the swearing and cursing of a group of trawler skippers. "The silly old bastards missed the tide and won't get here until nightfall," an irate skipper called in response to his cry of "what's up?" It soon became clear that their boats would have to spend another day in port waiting for fuel because the fuel barge would have to wait for the next high tide to enter port. Well there goes another days fishing Len thought as he checked his near empty tanks. With nothing to do but wait he took a light rod and walked away from the wharves. Casting and retrieving a small metal spoon he worked his way up along the beach to a sandy spit in the river where it divided and ran away to the north east. He had fished there before and knew that the channel came in close and was generally full of queen fish. They were good fighters but poor eating so he entertained himself spinning the flats and letting them go. He was removing the hooks from a small queen fish when he heard a vehicle come down the track to the point. "Where are you?" a woman's voice called. "Over here," he cried as he gathered his gear and made his way through the long grass to find Kim leaning against a new four wheel drive. She laughed when she saw his surprised look. "Remember me?" she asked. "How could I forget your kisses and those great legs," he replied. Kim struck an exaggerated pose so he could admire her legs. "Flattery will get you everything you want old boy," she said with a smile. "They told me at the wharf that I would find you here. I brought a few coldies and thought you might like to join me in a quiet drink." Kim looked around for a spot to sit, "the track was awful do many people come down here." Len took her hand and led her back down to the sandy beach, "it will be better down here," he said as he took her bag of stubbies. "I have only seen a few women fishing on this point in the early morning it's rare to see anyone down here in the afternoon." "Good," whispered Kim when they reached the sand. "Let's not waste time. If I don't get a cuddle I'll go mad. That bloody town is full of drunks and no hopers. You are the only decent prospect I've seen since I came to this god forsaken hole. I'm not a bloody Nympho or a sex fiend but I like a man in my life and in my bed regularly" She dropped down on the sand and looked around. "This is nice. Come here and give me a kiss. You just gave me enough last night to wet my appetite." The sun was setting when they were forced to scrabble back into their clothes to protect their bodies from a swarm of mosquitoes. Kim slapped Len when he stood and watched her large soft breasts bouncing as she struggled to shake the sand out of her clothes. "Its all right for you, you don't have anyone to see the bites on your bum. The girls at the house will ask a lot of questions if they see my backside spotted with mosquito bites." He leant over and swatted some mosquitoes on her white backside and groaned. "It's a nice arse; I hope I see more of it." As she drove him back to the road near the wharves they laughed happily recalling how they had been forced on a couple of occasions to run down to the waters edge and wash the sand from their bodies. "No more sandy beaches it makes it too rough," Kim laughed as he kissed her goodbye. "Despite the sand and the mossies it was great. I can't wait to do it again. But we will do it in comfort. Clean up that bunk on your barge. We will use it next time." Len was day dreaming recalling the feel of Kim's large soft tits and the taste of her hot moist pussy when his barge rounded the bluff for the last two mile run across the flats to his camp. He had never met a woman like Kim before she was everything a man dreamed of when he dreamed of a lover. No frills no fuss just a mature woman who knew what she wanted and made it happen. She had taken control from the minute she pulled him down on the sand. Her hot moist mouth and hands keeping him excited long after he had first filled her pussy with his cum. He shook his head recalling how she had made his old cock stand up again and again when he felt he could not last any longer. "What a mouth," he groaned as he straightened his hard cock in his shorts. Surprised by a movement on the beach he grabbed his binoculars to get a closer look at an open wooden boat that was scurrying away to the west. It was obvious that the three or four men in the boat had been in his camp when they were disturbed by the noise and the sight of his big slow barge coming round the bluff. He gave a Cooee and a wave, then shook his head when he realised that they were intent on getting away and he would have little chance of catching them. As the barge made its way slowly across the flats Len tried to think who would have been in his camp and why they would run away. He reasoned that they wouldn't have been local fishermen and women because locals would have stayed to meet him and have a yarn. As the barge reached the mooring inside the river mouth he looked around trying to see if the strangers had done any damage. When upturned boxes of scattered provisions and gear caught his eye he took his rifle and let Bluey off his lead so he could take a closer look. He was startled when Bluey took off into the scrub barking and did not come back when he was called. Then he laughed when he saw tracks that could only have been made by wild pigs and wallabies. He was picking up and straightening gear that had been overturned and thrown around when Bluey returned. "Well old fellow, you and I will have to keep an eye out from now on; we've had lots of visitors not all of them welcome and not all of them pigs and wallabies." It was dark when Len finished restoring order to his gear and was satisfied that other than some rum and whiskey and a little food he had lost very little from his camp. With the generator running the lights drew hordes of mosquitoes and sand flies forcing Len to sling a mosquito net over his bed and throw some water buffalo dung on the fire before dragging Bluey into the hut. "They will bloody eat you alive tonight," he told Bluey when he whined to get out. "Forget the bloody animal's mate they will still be here tomorrow." Illegal Immigrants Ch. 02 The idea of leaving the two girls in the camp on their own whilst he traveled back to town to sell his fish and pick up his supplies worried Len. The co -op had told him that the town's teachers had been asking when he would be back. They had told the radio operator to ask him to add at least an additional day in town to his normal schedule. "You will have two or three days on your own he told Marla and Sashay as he trained them to use his equipment." Worried that they might face danger at the hands of the people smugglers Len dragged his feet slowing down the process of packing up and leaving. He knew he couldn't cancel or delay selling his fish or filling up with fuel but was reluctant to leave. Trying to cover all eventualities should the smugglers return while he was away he led Marla and Sashay away from the beach showing them where he had hidden food and water so they could hide in the scrub or in the concrete bunker and stay hidden until any unwanted visitors left. He had cleaned out a concrete underground storage bunker built for the airport during the war and fitted it out with a couple of camp stretchers. Sashay met him as he covered the door with brush, "I want you to love me a lot more before you leave, I don't think we should only make love at night we should do it when we feel the need," a smile lit up her face, "like now," she whispered. Sashay slumped down on the sand in front of the hideaway and released his belt letting his shorts drop down around his ankles. "I love your hard thing in my mouth and in my pussy. You are my first lover and I want you in me more and more." Len's knees were starting to buckle when she stopped for a moment. "I truly love your big white cock," she groaned as she took his cock in her tiny hand and ran her tongue around her lips suggestively. Her eyes shone as she looked up at him before licking his balls and then on up his cock to its now leaking head. "You like fuck Sashay during day," she asked her eyes wide and staring before her lips closed over his cocks head. Len sighed shuddering forced to place a hand on her shoulder to steady himself. Unaware of his difficulty Sashay sucked his cock deep inside her tiny Asian mouth. Once Sashay seduced him onto daytime trysts the game of getting his member hard and stopping him working until they were satisfied intensified as both Sashay and Marla took every opportunity to work less and fuck more. Keeping his old cock hard. Finally after days of love making and instruction on what to do if there was trouble while he was away Len could stay no longer. He left his big barge anchored out in the open where it could be easily seen and sailed in his small boat on the evening tide. All of the big gulf trawlers were at sea by the time Len reached port allowing him to tie up at the wharf and dispense with the pram dinghy to go ashore. He was cleaning up after his meal when a police car pulled on to the wharf. Wondering why they were calling at this late hour his heart skipped a beat thinking they might have found out about Marla and Sashay. He could not see her face but knew her voice when Kim called, "give me a hand; I want to introduce you to the new Police liaison officer." When they were both on the deck Len turned on the light to find the police officer was a large dark skinned woman. "Hi," she cried. "I'm Dalaja; "I'm up here for twelve months trying to develop closer relations between the police and the locals. Kim and the girls told me about your story of the touch football days and of course I've heard of you blasting the elders so I jumped at the chance to meet you." Len became flustered when he was caught staring at her large heavy breasts. "Hell," he groaned "I'm sorry to be so obvious. You forget your manners when you live a life alone on boats." He pushed a chair over to hide his embarrassment. "Have a seat, can I offer you something to eat or drink." Dalaja was used to men staring at her breasts. "Don't be embarrassed, I'm big," she said with a laugh. "My mother was born in India she is a typically big bodied Indian woman. My father was born in the South Sea Islands where big women were much admired. Mum and dad met in Fiji. They didn't bring the wrong baby home because I take after mum with big breasts wide hips and thick thighs. She swirled around for his inspection. "So with a big dad and a big mum here I am, big Dalaja." Dalaja was a constant delight she lit up the boats cabin with her happy stories and laughter. With all the flirting and fun it was a while before she broached her idea for the recommencement of touch footy for the boys and basket ball for boys and girls. "There is quite a bit of work to be done before all the broken glass and rubbish is removed from the sports ground so we will start with basketball and paint a couple of courts on the hardstand in the council yards. With all the high security lights working we will nearly have enough light to play at night but first we will try after school games." "There are eight new female teachers and each one has agreed to sponsor a team. They must take any youngster who wants to play into their team in other words they can't recruit. So with eight teachers we have eight teams. We can play four games two at a time of about forty to sixty minutes each. We should be able to organize a couple of hour's competition between three o'clock when school gets out and when the sun goes down about six." She looked at Len, "I want you to be the touch footy referee they tell me you were popular with the kids when you acted as ref and ran the competition with the young police constable." Len could not hide his surprise. "You've got to be bloody kidding. After what I said and where I said it. I don't think the tribal leaders will want me anywhere near their kids." Seeing the disappointment on their faces he cursed himself for a fool but went on. "I will help get things organized. I know the visiting tradesmen they will help set up the courts and mark them etc. I am sure the council engineer and the foreman will clean up the footy ground. They top dressed it with sand last time so they know what to do. They will do it for me because we are mates. Nothing official no council decisions and no bloody fuss they will get it done." He frowned at Dalaja, "just keep me out of the limelight." It was midnight when they settled on a plan which had Len working in the background training referees and working with his mates to procure gear and develop the facilities. Dalaja in turn agreed to act as the public face of the sports competitions. Kim who had sat silent for most of the evening called an end to the discussions. "Its time we left, we have to work tomorrow," she growled. Waiting until Dalaja's back was turned, she kissed him hungrily. "Just wait until I get you alone," she whispered. "I will come down to see you during the school lunch break tomorrow." She moved up close behind Dalaja extending her hand out behind her searching for his cock. "I hope you were a boy scout and learnt to be prepared," she growled as she climbed down to the dock. The bell for the kids to return to school after lunch rang as Len helped Kim find her clothes. "What are you laughing about?" Kim asked. "You should be sad that I have to go back to work not happy." Len slapped her on her white arse as she pulled up her slacks. "My god woman you should be a bloody comedienne. That crack last night was a doosie." He changed his voice style trying to mimic hers. "I hope you were a boy scout and learnt to be prepared." Then returning to speak in his own voice he laughed, "One boy scout wouldn't be enough for you he would have to be prepared all right, prepared to be ridden to a standstill. The bloody boat hasn't stopped rocking on its mooring lines since you climbed into my cabin." Kim slapped him lightly "are you complaining?" she asked. "No, oh hell no, I love it but I don't think I'll ever be prepared for you. I prefer to be taken by surprise." Kim winked lewdly as she spoke, "well be prepared for a big night out when Dalaja gets her hands on you. I told her you had tremendous staying power for an oldie and that you loved kissing pussy. She told me she hasn't had a man go down on her for years. She is a hot blooded Indian woman that is just waiting for the chance to get you alone. She doesn't teach so she has flexible hours. Invite her down and put a permament smile on her face with that cock of yours." Len slipped away early on the half tide his little boat sneaking across the shallow flats where his big barge could not go. He had set up things for the netball and basket ball competitions and arranged for his mates to clean up the oval receiving a number of hugs from Dalaja that became progressively warmer as the afternoon progressed. He grunted in pain as he reached down for his binoculars his knees and back still sore from his vigorous session with Kim on the boats narrow bunk. Nothing moved on the beach in front of his camp. He started to worry when his boat ran aground and neither Marla nor Sashay appeared. Letting Bluey free he called, "come out who ever you are," and fired a shot in the air from his shot gun. When no one responded he became worried. Looking around he saw bullet holes in the side of his shed. "Bloody hell," he groaned when he realised that the smugglers had returned and had taken their anger out on his possessions. "I hope the girls hid like I told them," he growled talking aloud to himself. Taking his time he surveyed the damage done when someone had fired a number of rounds into his camp. "They are a bad mob of mongrel bastards, I wont fucking muck around if I meet up with them again" he growled to Blue as they made their way slowly to where he hoped the girls would be safely hidden in the underground concrete bunker built during the war. He lifted the door and threw it back to find six sets of wide eyes staring up at him out of the bunker. "Shit where did you all come from?" he growled when they all started to scream and cry retreating further into the bunkers hole. Blue began barking adding to the pandemonium. "Shut up," Len yelled at blue. "For Christ sake settle down so I can find out what's going on." He turned quickly when he heard Marla cry out behind him. She was running towards him her arms out stretched "Thank god you've came back," she cried, "We have been hiding for hours." She hugged and kissed him as they were joined by Sashay. Marla spoke loudly to the crying women explaining that Len was their friend and that they were safe with him. Never the less it was some time before the crying women in the bunker fell silent. Eventually Marla and Sashay encouraged the six tiny Asian women to leave the bunker. "Take them over to the kitchen," Len growled. "Let me see if those bastards have damaged my hot water set up. If they have I might have to fix it so they can shower and clean up." He busied himself righting his camp hot water system studying the new women as he went about his work. All were dark skinned some darker than others. Two were taller with far bigger boobs and bums than the others but most were small with flat chests and backsides. Marla worked with him bringing one of the women who spoke English over to answer his questions. She appeared to be the oldest of the six. Her hair was streaked with grey. Her face hard from years in the sun. Her tiny chest and breasts clearly visible through her thin cotton slip. "Her English name is Daffodil, she is forty five years old and comes from central Java." She signaled to Daffodil "tell him what happened." "When the smugglers could not make contact with the truck to take us south they became angry. They blamed you and swore to get you. Later we heard them talking about us. They did not want to take us back home and they could not just dump us and let the authorities learn of their racket. Then a couple of nights ago one of the women heard one of suggest that they shoot us and dump us over board." "We knew we had to escape. When they hit the beach north of here to make a final search for the road and the truck we took off. Sashay saw us crossing the flats and brought us here. We hid when the smugglers came looking for you. When they left after destroying some of your property we knew they would go back to their boat and find us missing so we hid and never came out until you arrived." She leant over and kissed his hand. "Marla and Sashay have told us about you and how you treat them. I can't speak for the others but I'm sure they will agree. we are in your hands we will do anything you want." One after the other the women finished with the shower and stood waiting while Sashay found them clean clothes. Len grew horny as he watched them standing around half naked. Marla noticed his interest and whispered, "We have told them all that we are your lovers. They have asked will you want them too." She glanced down at the lump in his shorts. "Do you want them to sleep with you?" "Bloody hell," he cried. "They couldn't all fit in my bed and I'm too bloody old to do eight of you each night. Tell them not to worry I'm not about to force myself on them." Sashay laughed, "Maybe after weeks huddled on that stinking boat they may want to force themselves into your clean sweet bed." Night came quickly forcing Len to make hasty arrangements for everyone to sleep in the safety of his bedroom. His bed was crowded with nude and semi nude women. Those who could not fit into the crowded bed rolled blankets on the floor and slept beside the bed. In the middle of the night he stepped over the sleeping bodies on the floor to go outside and urinate. He stood in the shadows his cock in his hand when Daffodil slipped out and took his hand in hers. Looking down at his cock she whispered, "you want fuck?" when he shook his head and tried to slip his cock back in his shorts she stopped him. "Anna is a good girl she wants to thank you for saving us. Be quiet and let her say thanks." Overriding his objections she led him to the kitchen where a thick set young girl from the group stood sheepishly looking down at the floor. "Don't say no. we have talked about you and Anna wants to say thanks." She motioned for Anna to take her clothes off and lie on a low bench. Len shook his head "no, no," he said as he turned away. "She can put her clothes back on. Marla and Sashay sleep with me because they want to not because they have to." He turned back when he heard the girl start crying. "Oh shit what's bloody wrong now, surely she can't be crying because I don't want to fuck her." Daffodil held the nude girl in her arms and spoke sadly. "She feels you have insulted her. She says she will be embarrassed if she has to tell the others that you don't think she is worthy." Len walked over and lifted the young girl in his arms. He kissed her gently then slowly and lovingly ran his hands over her tiny breasts then over her stomach and down to feel the wet patch between her legs. "She is very beautiful and I would be lying if I sad I would not want her. But not as some sort of payment or under duress like this. Tell her she is very beautiful. No one will think I am rejecting her if she tells them I have asked her to join me when I walk the beach to my nets in the morning." When the young girl squealed with delight at his words he kissed her thoroughly. "Now tell her to put her clothes on and go to bed." Len was surprised next morning when Daffodil and Anna were waiting for him on the beach. "I won't come with you," Daffodil explained. "Anna is no virgin. She had a regular lover at home. She expects you to keep your promise. She expects to return and tell her friends that you have made love to her." Anna stood listening while Daffodil and Len argued. She had dressed in two colorful pieces of material from Sashays store. One piece of material like a sarong around her hips another as a top. Dropping her top so that she now stood bare breasted. She moved between them and took Lens hand indicating that they should start walking. They walked along the beach hand in hand neither having words the other could understand. Reaching then net dinghies Anna dropped the remaining piece of cloth leaving her body nude to his gaze. She stood quietly letting him study her stocky body then when he was wondering what to do she knelt down and stripped his shorts away. Without a word or a sign she commenced to stroke his cock and run her hands under his balls and fingering his arse. As his breath grew ragged she took his now hard cock deep in her mouth. Len had planned to say no to any sexual activity but forgot his plans as her mouth massaged and sucked his red hot member. Breathing hard he took her head in his hands and started to ease his cock in and out of her mouth. He grinned when he thought of their predicament. They understood little of each others language. She was an illegal immigrant. He was an old Aussie fisherman. Even though they could not talk to each other she was down on her knees sucking his cock on a remote beach in the gulf. He looked down on her bobbing head wondering how he could tell her when he was going to cum or ask her if she swallowed. Later as the bathed together in a shallow beach gutter he realised two people fucking didn't need words. They had eaten each other. Fucked dog fashion, her on top, him on top, in the water, on the beach, on the nets, until he felt the mid morning sun bite on his bare bum. The possibility of a bad case of sunburn on an area where he would need to sit made him look for his shorts and indicate that they should go back to camp. Back at the camp he called Daffodil Marla and Sashay over to talk to him while he ate, "no more," he said sternly. "I loved my morning with Anna but I feel guilty using her in that way." "I'm going to have to do something. I can't hide eight people for ever. Pushing more young ladies into my arms won't change that. I will have to order more food more clothes more bedding and if that doesn't raise suspicions sooner or later someone will drop in and you will be discovered." "It looks as though your smugglers have given up but I would not be surprised if they have one last shot at getting you back or killing you. They know that the immigration authorities will track them down when they find eight women destined for Sydney's illegal sex trade camping on a remote beach in the gulf." It was agreed that the women would try to keep to the confines of the camp but Daffodil just smiled and shook her head when he asked her to tell them they did not have to offer themselves to him. "They are all young and need a man in their life," Daffodil whispered when she found three women washing him down after he finished fishing. "Don't be difficult, just enjoy them, and make them happy before they are taken away by your authorities." Once he gave in a happy competition developed between the women for his affections. Even in his most private moments he always had a companion with him. He grew used to having his cock washed and sucked when ever it grew hard. It grew hard because of their habit of wearing very little and taking every opportunity to cuddle him close, kissing him until his body responded. Len's nets filled quickly forcing him to plan another trip to town to sell his catch. He worried about leaving the eight women at his camp and decided to provide a new hideaway by taking his bigger barge over the sandbanks at the mouth of the tidal creek at the top of the highest tide and moor it up out of sight in a deep water bend in the river. "I am going into town to sell my catch. If an opportunity arises I will talk to the police. You know I love you all but we have to do something to make your life more secure." Len hated the heart break and anguish that they went through over the next few days. Eventually they reluctantly agreed that they could not go on living in fear of being caught by the smugglers or the authorities. They knew he had to do something and one after the other they sought him out to thank him and tell him they understood. Illegal Immigrants Ch. 02 Marla and Sashay was the toughest test but surprisingly they took the decision calmly. "We love you but its over," Marla said as the three spent their last afternoon in bed. "Go and do what you have to do. Finally when he had cuddled and fucked everyone but Daffodil he took her hand and led her to his bed. "Thank you," she whispered as he flooded her old pussy. "Thank you we will never forget you." In town he sold his catch and sought out Dalaja. She welcomed him to her office. "Come through to my room at the back," she whispered. "I have air conditioning." Len watched as she made him a cup of tea. She was big. Her body was three or four times bigger than the combined bodies of Sashay and Anna. Her large thighs were firm and smooth filling tightly her police uniform pants. Given her size he was surprised that her breasts did not hang down but still seemed large and soft. She was bigger in all ways than any woman he had ever met. Remembering what Kim had said about Dalaja's need for oral sex he wondered what her pussy would look like when she was stripped and laying on her bed ready for a good loving. He was smiling as he tried to picture her nude when she turned and spied him studying her body. "Like what you see," she whispered. When he did not answer she went on. "Kim told me that I should seduce you. She says you are a wonderful lover for and old man." Len grinned and slid an arm halfway around her waist. "Enough of what Kim thinks and that old man stuff young lady. Come here and let's see what you think." Dalaja did not need a second invitation. A smile lit up her face before her mouth devoured his in a long steamy kiss. It was over three hours later when he rolled off her. "My god woman you are fucking fantastic. I have never seen or heard of anyone who comes like you, it's a bloody flood. I don't know where you learnt to control those muscles but my cock feel as though it's been through a bloody clothes wringer." "Did I hurt you?" she groaned. "No he laughed I loved it but I don't think I will be able to service the girls back at camp for a week." As soon as she asked, "what girls?" he knew he had put his foot in it. "Oh hell," he moaned now I've done it." He sat up and ran his hands over her large breasts and pinched a nipple. "I came into town to tell the authorities that I have a bloody harem of illegal immigrants at my camp. He grinned and kissed her. "I became distracted. Now it's out so make us another cup of tea love while I tell you about them." When he finished she returned to stand in front of him still nude with her hands on her hips. "You can't keep hiding them. We will have to notify the immigration people. You know they will be put in one of those detention camps and eventually sent home. I can help but your harem days are over." He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer kissing around her belly button he looked up into her eyes and fingered her wet pussy. "I won't need a harem if I have you." Illegal Immigrants Len was tired and slept like a log until just after midnight when Bluey started to bark angrily. He woke and lay quiet knowing that in most cases Bluey only barked so aggressively when strangers where around. Things went quiet and Len was ready to go back to sleep when a clatter of pots and pans in his camp kitchen followed by what sounded like a whisper made him move quietly and reach for his rifle. Hitting the generators remote starter he flooded the camp with light and slid out of his hut to stand quietly rifle in hand. To his surprise two small figures cried out and stood up amongst his cooking gear with their hands in the air, one crying in broken english, "doesn't shoot." Len cautiously looked around to see if there were any more strangers within attacking distance. It was dark outside the circle of light provided by his generator and nothing caught his eye. His view that there was probably no more around was confirmed when Bluey came back after running around the area outside the lights and concentrated on the two mud splattered figures. Len turned his attention back to them. "Step out where I can see you," he ordered as he stepped back to allow them to move out from behind the table. Len lowered his rifle when he realised that the intruders were women. "Please," the tallest one cried. "Please help us. Don't let them find us." Len felt a tug of sympathy when they both stood quietly looking at him their eyes wide and pleading. "I don't know what you are talking about," he growled. "But don't worry I wont let anyone take you unless you agree." They started to speak and he stopped them. "Let me heat up the water for the shower and clean you up then we can talk." While they were in the shower Len picked up their discarded clothes found two of his shirts and a couple of belts and passed them in to the shower shed for them to wear until they could wash their muddy clothes. Satisfied that there was no one else lurking near the camp he built up his open fire and warmed up some beef stew and waited for his visitors. He studied them closely when they appeared. They were a little taller than he had estimated one about five feet eight the other about five feet four. It was hard to get a good look at them because they were both scratching and rubbing insect bites. "Sit down here by the fire girls," he ordered. "There is some stew in the pot. Help yourself while I find some ointment for your bites and cuts and then you tell me what you are doing in my camp at this time of night." The tall one spoke hesitantly at first but grew more confident as time went by. "We have escaped from an Indonesian boat that smuggles people into Australia. I am Part Vietnamese and was living in Sumatra with my family when it was suggested that if I could make it here the community in the big city would care for us and help me send money home. My family gathered together enough money for me to join the boat and we sailed about two weeks ago." "When our boat reached the coast the crew thought we were spotted by a small airplane so they put out to sea and radioed to change the place we were to land and be met by a truck. While they waited for a suitable tide and for the truck to make its way to the new landing point the crew got drunk and started to fight. I'm sure they didn't think I could understand their local dialect but I could and heard them boast that they would make big money when the young women on the boat were sold into prostitution in Sydney." "My friend is Indonesian; she was part of the crew she was their cook. The drunken crew talked of how they were going to use her for sex after they dropped us off. I told her and some of the others what I had heard and that I was planning to escape from the boat. She was the only one that decided to come with me." "We waited until the drunken crew went to sleep and slipped over the side. We were not in the water very long before we could touch bottom and waded ashore reaching land on the other side of the river and swam over to your camp." "Just as we climbed the mud bank we heard their boat and knew they were looking for us. We ran inland to an old tin building and hid there. They were still drunk and very angry getting closer and closer to us when they started screaming at each other and fled. We realised later that they had heard your boat. We hid but the mosquitoes and insects drove us crazy so we came here looking for something to eat and something to stop the bites." The smaller one looked at Len her eyes full of tears, "please don't let them get us, we don't want to be sex slaves, please." Len took her hand, "don't worry I don't think they will come back. They know I saw them and they won't want to be caught in these waters. As soon as its daylight I'll call the police and tell them I spotted a foreign fishing vessel in these waters. It's illegal for foreign vessels to fish here. Our navy patrol boats will pick them up and their boat will be confiscated and burnt if they are convicted. It will only be a matter of time before the authorities catch up with them." "Now we have to see what we can do for you. The best I can offer is to keep you here. If you don't want to stay I can take you back to the town or give you some provisions and you can set off on foot. I don't recommend either option. my advice is stay here until you feel safe and then make up your mind what you want to do." He looked at their frightened faces and realised they may not have understood. Speaking slowly he started again. "You don't have many options. Our Government will lock you up and send you home if they find you and until the authorities catch them your people smugglers will be out to kill or capture you. So as I said the best option is to stay here with me. I think everything will be alright but I want you to promise me if you stay that you will do as I tell you. If you hear or see anyone coming you must hide and stay hidden until they leave." The girls huddled together whispering before they stood up and moved over to put their arms around Len, "we want to stay with you," they cried. "I'm Marla," the tall one whispered, "and this is Sashay we will do anything you ask." How old are you? He asked while he gathered his thoughts. "I'm twenty," Marla said with a smile. "I'm eighteen," Sashay whispered dropping her eyes. Not knowing what to say or do and unsure how he would adapt to having two young Illegal immigrants in his camp Len returned their hugs then led them to his bed in the corner of his small hut. "You can sleep here for the rest of the night," he growled. When they didn't move he walked to the door and started to leave. "Don't worry just get some sleep Bluey and I will keep guard." Len closed the door and sat on his old wooden bench seat outside. I'll have to extend the sleeping area and make it more secure he thought as he moved to sit by the fire and draw up plans. He was still sitting by the fire an hour or two later when Bluey growled and wagged his tail. He picked up his rifle and turned to see Sashay standing in the door of the hut. "I can't sleep I'm scared," she cried. Having lived alone for years Len had little experience with women. A tiny slip of a girl barefoot in his big flannelette shirt her jet black hair hanging down over her tiny Asian face telling him she was scared was something that he had never experienced before. Before he could say or do anything Sashay ran to him and hugged him tight, "can I sit with you?" she whispered. "I don't want to be alone." Again before he could do or say anything she climbed on his lap and threw her arms around his neck. He looked down at her head which was resting on his chest and felt the shape of her tiny body as his cock began to stir. This was crazy but she felt nice he thought as he held her close. Not knowing what to do he sat quietly and let her snuggle closer taking the time to look her over. He was immediately struck by her tiny body and what appeared by the feel of them to be two firm but small pear sized breasts. He loved the smell of the soap in her hair and enjoyed the way her tiny bottom had sunk down on his legs and cock. Unsure what to do or where to put his hands he was happy to feel her body relax and allowed himself to relax with her, enjoying the warmth her body was creating. He did not know how long they sat together before Bluey stirred once more as Marla rubbing sleep from her eyes joined them. She didn't seem to think there was anything wrong in Sashay sitting on Lens lap and just moved to sit close on the bench beside him leaning in to cuddle them both. Len sat for a long while with the two young strangers in his arms his cock straining to escape from his pants. He knew that one or both of them must feel his hardness but neither said anything other than to complain when he moved and told them it was time to start breakfast. Over breakfast he showed them the rough plan he had drawn to extend the hut to make more room for beds for each of them. Marla was the first to object "why?" she asked. "There is plenty of room in the big bed." Len looked to see if she was fooling but could see that she wasn't. "That's my bed we need room to build a place for you both to sleep." Sashay giggled and looked up at him, "we will sleep with you in your bed. We are your family now, family sleep together." No matter what objection Len raised they just brushed it aside saying they would feel safer sleeping with him. In the end he was happy to give in agreeing to work on improving the camp kitchen and the eating area so it would be a safe place where they could spend time together when not working or sleeping. "We need more nets," Marla said when she spied his mosquito net, "you get more and we will sew it so we can eat without insects." "That's a net made to cover my swag when I camp out," he said when he saw what she was talking about. "You aren't cutting that up. Look in the catalogue and see if you can order netting." He didn't realise when he mentioned the catalogue what fun the girls would have when he pulled the old catalogue out for their inspection. Looking through its hundreds of pages they found a treasure trove including material and nets. "Order some," they cried, "we will sew for you." Len had never looked right through the catalogue and sat with them as they drew up a list of furnishings, underclothes, dress material, blankets, sheets, mats, netting, needles and cotton, insect repellent and mosquito coils, cooking and personal items. When Len rang the City trader, the person taking the orders knew Len and laughed when he read out his order. "Women's clothes and herbs and spices have you gone soft and taken a wife at last?" she asked an embarrassed Len. Whilst he was in contact with the city he spoke to customs and immigration officials about the boat that had raided his camp and rang fisheries to tell them there were illegal fishing boats in his area. When he finished his calls he was satisfied that the authorities would act quickly. Telling the girls what he had done he warned them they must hide if anyone called. Len was working in his net boat the following morning with both girls back at camp in the kitchen when he heard an approaching boat. To his surprise it was the people smugglers pushing down across the flats towards his camp at a rapid clip. Realizing they didn't know he was there because his boat was hidden under the cliff face he decided to let them come closer before showing himself. He reached for his rifle thanking his lucky stars that he had started to carry both his rifle and shot gun wherever he went. When they turned at the river mouth he stood up and made a show of loading his guns knowing the smugglers would be watching though binoculars. He knew they had seen him when they slowed for a few minutes but kept coming. Len grew angry at their arrogance. These bastards have got a bloody hide he thought as he lined up his rifle aiming at the bow of their vessel. His mind was in turmoil he didn't want to shoot but knew people smugglers would have no compunction in killing and destroying anyone who got in their way. Resting his rifle on his fish box he watched them through his scope. "Right oh you bastards," he growled. "You shouldn't be in these waters and you know it. Come a little closer and I'll let you have it" Len looked to see if the girls were out of sight and waited until the smugglers boat was in range before firing a shot across their bow. To his surprise he saw his shot hit the wooden boats painted figure head sending splinters in the air. The smugglers boat slowed to a crawl all but one tall man dropping down out of sight. The one left standing used a loud hailer and called, "Why are you shooting at us. We mean you no harm we are just looking for lost crew members." "Piss off," Len shouted. "You robbed my camp a couple of days ago. You know you are not allowed in this area. I have already told the police you were here and they will have the coast watch aircraft looking for you." He waved his double barreled shot gun so they could see it. "So piss off. If you come any closer I'll blow a hole in you and your boat with my shot gun." Len watched as they argued amongst themselves and saw on of them bringing up what looked like a gun. Quickly he fired off a couple of rounds from the shot gun knowing they were out of range but also knowing that it would make enough noise to let them know he was fair dinkum. He again picked up his rifle thinking he might be forced to make a fight of it when their boats motor roared and turned swinging away. A shot made a whistling sound in his ears as a smuggler in the rear of their boat opened fire but after the first shot his shots fell short as the boat sped away. Len was thinking how lucky he was to have hidden the girls before the smugglers attacked when he heard the roar of engines and looked up to see the coast watch plane dive down low to pursue the smugglers boat. Racing back to the camp he found Marla and Sashay hiding under the outdoor work table. "Stay there," he called as he ran up the beach. "The coast watch plane will return shortly and I don't want them to see you. I'll sit here until they come back then I will stand up and walk down the beach and wave. Make sure they can't see you." Both girls moved close and hugged his legs under the table. "You were wonderful, thank you," whispered Marla. "Yes thank you," Sashay cried as she wormed her way between his knees and rested her face on his legs. Len tried to ignore them but his cock unwound in his pants and he felt one little hand brush it two or three times. The roar of the coast watch plane gave him an excuse to untangle his legs from their clutches and run down to beach to wave. After the excitement of the morning it was boring to return to the job of improving conditions in the camp kitchen. He did not ask Marla and Sashay to help giving them time to settle in and find their bearings. By the time the sun set the girls had washed and dried their clothes in the hot tropical sun and gave Len his shirts back. After a meal of rice and steamed fish in black bean sauce followed by copious quantities of tea and coffee Len stoked up the open fire filled the hot water drum and told the girls he was ready for bed. After this mornings discussion about sleeping arrangements he could hardly wait to see how three in his bed would work. He didn't want to appear too anxious but the prospect of sleeping with Marla and Sashay had him on pins and needles. "Do you want a couple of my shirts to sleep in?" he asked as he let Bluey in to the hut and closed the doors and widows. Marla laughed as she slipped out of her clothes and pranced around the room wearing only a small pair of panties her hands covering her breasts. "It ok I always sleep like this?" she asked. "Shit I must be dreaming," he groaned as he dropped his eyes to check out Marla's hard flat bottom. His cock grew in his pants as Marla gave her bottom a seductive twitch before skipping around to the opposite side of the bed to slip under the covers her eyes flashing warmly. Both Len and Marla turned their attention to Sashay who hung her head shyly before removing all her clothes and sliding in to the bed beside Marla. Len took a deep breath his eyes full of Sashays tiny hairless pussy and decided to join them. They both lay watching as he turned his back and stripped down to his jocks before turning off the light. As soon as he joined them in the bed Marla moved closer. "It will be warmer if we cuddle up," she whispered. Len wasn't going to argue he lay back tired after his days work and listened as they giggled and whispered to each other. "What's up?" He finally growled, "Can't you two sleep." To his surprise Sashay said "no," and without further ado slipped out of bed and came around to his side lifted the covers and slid in beside him. "That's better," she whispered, "I want to cuddle you too." Len held his breath when one hand and them another started to move out and touch his body. He couldn't hold his breath any longer when both Marla and Sashay turned their bodies so their breasts were against his side. "We want to make you happy," Sashay whispered as her hand found his now erect cock. Marla didn't say anything but took his face in her hands and kissed him. "You were very brave to fight for us this morning," Sashay whispered. "Without you they would have caught us. Marla would end up working in brothels and the crew would rape me. We both want to thank you for what you have done." She kissed his chest her tongue flicking his nipple, "we are your family we want to please you." "You don't have to do this," he growled as Marla continued raining little kisses all over his face and Sashays hand started to move on his cock. Sashay stopped for a moment, "I did this for my brothers at home," she whispered. "They wanted me to do it all the time. Don't you like?" Len grinned to himself, "oh I like it," he whispered, "but I don't want you to think you have to do this because I helped you." It was Sashays turn to laugh, "You are family, I do it for you when ever you want." Sashay still held Len`s cock when he woke next morning. During the night her tiny hands had brought him to a peak a number of times. She had whispered in his ear in the early hours that she was a virgin; "I only do this," she whispered as she demonstrated a vigorous hand job. "At home I no do blow job. I no fuck just look after brothers like this." In contrast Marla had not said anything quietly raining kisses over his face and chest. He was delighted during the night when she took his hand and placed it over her fine young breast and wrapped her legs around him making his mouth water in anticipation of more nights with them both. Len was a little sheepish over breakfast. He found it hard to look Marla and Sashay in the eye wondering what they were thinking of him after he had succumbed to Sashays warm little hands. He need not have worried they never mentioned the sleeping arrangements as they laughed and talked about accompanying him when he ran his barramundi nets. Even though their help would make work a lot easier Len wasn't too sure if he should take them along the flats around the river mouth in his dinghy. "We haven't heard whether they have captured the smugglers yet," he warned as they made plans to join him. "They could hide in one of the rivers and make one last try to find you. You would be the only ones who could connect them to people smuggling. If they eliminate you they can then claim to be exploring the gulf and with no fish on board and you two out of the way they might get away with it." In the end they threw a shot gun and two rifles into the largest net dinghy and towed a small one before they set off on the rising tide. Len was wading amongst his nets when he first heard the sound of engines. Moving as fast as he could he run through the knee deep water to his largest net dinghy. "Get down," he yelled as he ran, "don't let anyone see you." Illegal Immigrants When he realised from the thud, thud, thud, of the engines that the vessel was a large ship that would not be able to come in close to the shore he called, "Don't worry its not them but you still have to hide It's a naval patrol boat they will be looking for smugglers or illegal fishermen." He kept talking to Sashay and Marla as he shifted boxes of fish so they made a wall for them to hide behind. He looked down at Sashay who had crawled over to cling to his legs. "Don't do anything silly girl," he growled, "the patrol boats traveling slowly about a thousand yards out to sea. They are looking this way but they can't see you. Sit still and keep down we will be able to head back to camp as soon as they disappear over the horizon." The sun was going down by the time they reached camp. Even with the girls pitching in to help it was still dark when they had finished filleting and packing the fish. Len fired up the hot water drum and was standing in the shower wondering what he was going to do with his two young friends when Marla joined him in the shower shed. Stripping off she slid in beside him and started to soap her body all over. "We know we can not stay here forever," she whispered as she turned to face him and ran her soapy hands down his chest. "Sooner or later we will be seen and you will be in trouble for hiding us." Len knew she was right but did not like the idea of them being locked up in a detention centre and deported. He tried to think of something to say that would reassure her but before he could speak Marla put a hand over his mouth. "Don't worry Sashay is making dinner we will eat then talk in bed." They all ate quickly their minds on matters other than food. As soon as they finished Len backed up the fire filled the hot water drum and closed down the camp. To his surprise Both Sashay and Marla had stripped off and waited for him. He gasped as they stood legs apart hands on hips displaying themselves for his inspection. They were beautiful, their tiny brown bodies shining in the moonlight. "Get into bed," he thundered as he stumbled and fell over when his foot hooked in his dropping trousers. "No!" they laughed. Instead of moving to the bed they ran to him and steadied him as he stood up. "Oh hell," he groaned as he felt their nude bodies moving against his body. "All right I'm coming." "We love you." Sashay giggled. "Tonight we want to pay you back for what you have done." Len had no time to protest as they both pulled him down and wrapped their arms around him. "Marla is not virgin," Sashay whispered as she played with his cock. "She will make love with you. We will leave the light on so I can watch and then it will be my turn." "Wait," he growled but he was wasting his time. Sashay still held his cock in her hand when Marla licked up over his balls and let her tongue rim his cocks head. "It's big," she whispered. He looked down at her words and shivered in anticipation when he realised that Marla had pushed Sashay away and dropped her head down to swallow his cock. He felt his cock hit the back of Marla's throat saw her gag and push him away then return to once again swallow every inch of his swollen cock deep in her mouth and throat. His breathing seemed to stop and he felt his balls tighten telling him clearly that he was about to loose it. He gazed at her bobbing head trying to hold back but it was impossible his cock just seemed to explode in her mouth. Len was embarrassed that he had cum so quickly. He tried to push his body back and pull his spewing cock from her mouth but she wouldn't let him. "No," Marla groaned, "no," and pulled him back until she could once again deep throat his leaking cock. Her actions caused her to struggle and gag making Len react. "Steady girl steady," he gasped, "take it easy, that's lovely but I want us both to relax and enjoy each other." As he spoke he eased her head away from his cock and moved so he could kiss her. "Thank you," he whispered as his tongue entered her mouth and tasted his own juice. "That was lovely but you don't have to gag yourself or try so hard." She started to speak but he stopped her, "don't argue I want to make love, I want it to be fun, and I don't like seeing you gag like that. It makes me realise that you are forcing yourself to please me because I am helping you. Don't do it, I don't like it." Sashay patted him on the shoulder, "you no like blow job?" she whispered. "Bloody hell," Len cried. "Of course I do. I love it but I don't want her to gag and struggle for breath. That's not loving that's bloody hard work. Now both of you settle down and let me look at you. I want to kiss those hard young tits and play with your lovely pussies. The night is young and I have never had two beautiful young ladies in my bed at once before." He laughed, "Now lets start again and you can ask me in the morning what I like or don't like." He woke early the next morning still coupled with Marla. Her leg was wrapped over his and hooked in behind his knee keeping his cock in her pussy. When he moved his cock grew hard and Marla's pussy tightened encouraging it to grow harder. My god he thought as he looked down to watch Marla's sleepy eyes open, what a night. Marla stretched and smiled at Len tightening the muscles of her pussy on his cock. Her hands crept up around his neck pulling her body closer. "Yes," she whispered as her body started to move, "oh yes." Sashay scolded Len over breakfast. "You spend night with Marla you no fuck me. Watching you kiss Marla's pussy and you two fucking like two dogs mating made me ready but you only finger me, please let it be my turn tonight." Len looked at them both as they stood at the fireplace. "Bloody hell," he cried to Marla "its your fault you were so hot and so loving, I never thought of anything other than you until I woke this morning." He grinned, "You know what happened when we woke." Winking at Marla he turned to Sashay. "Come over here," he cried. "Come sit on my knee little one and let me apologise, you will be my mate tonight." Sashay laughed happily as she ran over and climbed on Lens lap. "You love me tonight," she cried as she snuggled into his chest her little bottom wriggling on his growing horn. "If you keep that up," he growled, "I won't be able to wait till tonight." During the day Len worked around the camp filleting the last trays of fish. His announcement that his freezers were full and he would need to return to town did not dampen the enthusiasm of his two companions who laughed and joked as they washed and dried last night's bedclothes. He could not hear or understand their giggled whispers but knew what they were giggling about when he watched them clean and make the bed in what was now the family bedroom. Marla joined him in the shower when he finished work. "Be gentle," she whispered as she soaped his cock and balls. "Sashay is only eighteen and she has never known a man other than to play with her brothers. She loves you for the way you treat her and what you have done for us. We have never been so happy. All day she has talked about making love with you tonight. I think she keeps talking because she is scared." Marla kissed him as the shower cascaded over their face and bodies. "I tell you this because I want you to be gentle like you were with me." The evening meal was over early the sun having barely set before Sashay and Marla led Len to their bed. Len studied them closely as they undressed. Last night while he and Marla had rested between their long languorous sex sessions they had talked of her life and her ambitions. After their night together he felt he knew every inch of her slim Asian body and now knew why she had never been as happy as she was here in the camp with him. Marla had admitted during the night that she had been used by her family in Indonesia. She cried as she told him she suspected that they had known she was destined for a life of prostitution in the hands of the people smugglers. "I am sure they sold me," she wailed. Earlier in the night she had confessed she didn't like sex because in the past she had only slept with men when forced to by her father and brother under threats of violence. He smiled when he looked at her standing nude by his bed and remembered how she had woken him from a dreamy sleep in the early hours of the morning when she crawled up on his body and slid his rigid member into her salty pussy. He smiled as he recalled how she had whispered, "I love you, and I love sex with you. I now know the difference between fucking and loving." "Will I leave the light on?" Marla whispered breaking into his reminisces. He looked at Sashay and she giggled, "Yes I want Marla to watch like I did last night." Remembering Marla's words in the shower Len took his time laying Sashay on the bed kissing her body gently from her toes to the top of her head. "You are very beautiful," he whispered as he ran his hands over her waist and slid them up to the under side of her tiny breasts. "My breasts too small," she groaned. She giggled and looked up at Marla when Len sucked her whole breast into his mouth and groaned, "A lovely mouthful, any more than a mouthful is a waste." Sashay had been nervous and worried when they entered the hut. Her brothers had always demanded more than a nightly hand job but she had resisted with her mothers help. Her mother had cautioned her not to open her legs to any man unless she was sure he would be clean and kind. Many men had tried to seduce her, some tried force others offered money but she had never wanted any of them until now. From the moment they invaded Len's camp he had been kind and considerate to Marla and herself. He could have kicked them out or handed them over to the smugglers or the law. He could have blackmailed them making them do whatever he wanted. She knew he was the man she wanted to take her virginity when he did not take advantage of them and treated them so well. She had no experience of sex with men other than her brothers who grabbed her nipples and yanked them when she was giving them a hand job. To have some one treat her so gently was surprising. To her delight Len was kissing her body licking her breasts nibbling her nipples and now his head was moving down between her legs. She held her breath. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Her pussy was wet. Her breathing noisy in her ears when Len stopped and looked up at her. He took her hand in his and kissed it," I knew it would be a beautiful little pussy," he whispered. "I have seen it when we go to bed but now when I can smell your scent and taste you, please talk to me tell me that you want me in you." Sashay gasped in disappointment, she had felt his hard cock bumping against her legs and expected him to push it in her pussy. Her legs were trembling as she eased them further apart. "Oh please," she groaned "do it now I really want you." Len could tell from her voice that she was uptight. "Relax sweetheart," he whispered, "we have all night." He was delighted when he heard her groan. He ran his lips away from her pussy kissing along her legs and moved on back up until they were once more sucking on her rock hard nipples. "Oh no," she groaned pushing his head back down, her other hand reaching for his cock. "No more, no more, do it now." He was confused by her actions and her words. She was pushing his head down towards her pussy but calling for him to fuck her. In the end he let her push his head down until he could run his tongue over the lips of her steamy pussy. "Let's see what you really want," he whispered as he took a deep breath and blew lightly into her pussy. When her legs flexed and opened further he thought she was waiting for his mouth. Taking his time he mouthed her pussy lips his tongue moving up seeking her clit. Finding it he massaged it gently with his mouth and tongue and was rewarded with her moans of delight. Sashay had tried to stifle a loud moan as his tongue circled her clit and his fingers started to play with her pussy. His tongue was driving her wild causing her body and legs to jump involuntarily as her juices flowed and flowed. "Oh," she wailed aloud, "do it fuck me please." Len had reached the stage where he was going to come himself if he didn't change tactics. Slowing things down he lifted his mouth from her pussy and ran two fingers in its place. Looking down at her smiling face he whispered, "You are very small. I think you should ride me. If you are on top you can take control." Sashay reacted wildly, "no" she moaned her hands slapping at him. "No you must do it. You must be on top. I have always dreamed of my man on top. Please I want you on top." He was only too pleased to give in to her wild demands. He too didn't want to wait any longer. With a grunt of satisfaction he rubbed his cock along her pussy lips and eased its head gently forward. Remembering she was a virgin he waited with the head just inside her pussy then withdrew to start again. His plan to go slow and be gentle was dashed by Sashay who had made up her mind that she didn't want to wait any longer. "Now," she groaned as she pushed her body up and grabbed his hips pulling him down until his cock was buried deep in her pussy. To Lens dismay she came in what seemed like seconds but when he thought about it later he decided it was possibly a little longer. What ever the time their first was over very quickly. Sashay had with out knowing it taken complete control. Bucking hard wriggling her tiny body and mumbling a string of unintelligible words she had made it hard for Len to hang on. He smiled to himself when he recalled how her fingernails hurt him when she took hold of a handful of flesh and dragged him down wanting more and more of his cock. He recalled there was nothing he could do especially when he felt the growing moisture enveloping his cock and had realised she was Cumming. Len woke the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. He looked around surprised that he had slept in, and then he remembered Marla and Sashay taking turns to excite his cock before sharing it in an ever ending series of all night blow jobs. Len's cock grew hard as he recalled how earlier in the night he had collapsed on top of Sashay and how Marla had wiped the sweat from his face and shoulders and whispered, "thank you." Struggling to straighten his cock in his shorts before he stood up he told himself he would have to take care or these two young vixens would end up making him too weak to work.