2 comments/ 228072 views/ 0 favorites Born Again By: Decayed Angel We arrived in the late afternoon, only hours before the darkness would take us. Our guides quickly unloaded us and our cargo, directed us to our campsite and then disappeared, oddly intent upon getting back to civilization before nightfall. Though a bit concerned about the guides' fearfulness, we set up camp and prepared for bed without any incidents. We did make sure to post a couple of armed sentries to watch for intruders or wildlife that might approach, but the night was quiet and the next morning we were prepared to begin our exploration. Our expedition included four scientific members: Professor Emeritus Alfred Hawkins, Associate Professor Marilyn Hawford, Assistant Professor Juliane Medfore and myself, Professor John Whitman, for those of you who don't know me. Besides and native guides and helpers who abandoned us, we also brought along several cooks, a few security people and a couple of students. We quickly delegated the students to handle all the logbooks and note taking, and left the cooks and security people to take care of themselves. We then split our scientific crew into two teams, unfortunately I got stuck with Alfred on my team, while the two ladies teamed up and disappeared into the forest. Alfred is an interesting enough fellow, but I would have preferred spending the days and perhaps a few evenings with Juliane. Juliane and I had spent some time together earlier in the year, even sleeping together a few times. Although she was a bit mousey in appearance, with her long black hair often unkempt and in need of washing, she was exciting and very unpredictable in bed. She had small breast but enormous nipples that were incredibly sensitive. So sensitive that one night she had masturbated for me by simply toying with her nipples, only moving a finger down to her clit in the last seconds to finish herself off. Just the thought of the evenings we spent together quickly inspires my erection and I wish I could follow her into the forest now. Of course Marilyn might have been interesting too, though I had never spent much time with her before this trip. Though in her early sixties, she was still very sexy, with a nice body and attractive hair. I had heard rumors that a number of her student researchers had made some significant finds in the many rooms of her house. Unfortunately, I only knew her professionally and it seemed that wouldn't change on this trip. Alfred and I headed into the woods, following one of our security guys carrying a machete. We tried to stick to the pathways, but in several areas the overgrown brush had to be hacked aside so we could get through. While we walked I quizzed Alfred about our teams. "Ah, Whitman my friend, Marilyn predicted you'd be chasing more than the plants and animals on this trip." "Whatever do you mean Alfred?" "Come on, we all know that Juliane and you had a thing going last year. And hell, I've see the way you look at Marilyn. With her proclivity with younger men I didn't dare send you and her anywhere, hell you two would get nothing done. Well, nothing scientific I'd say." "Now Alfred, I'd never let that get in the way of our exploration, but once back in the camp, after hours... well, a bit of company may be nice." "After today, you might find the ladies a bit busy in the evenings," Alfred replied slyly. "You never have really told me what we are here searching for." "Ah my friend, when you see it you'll know. Our search will be a bit more difficult than the ladies, but be patient with me." Well, whatever it was Alfred and I was looking for we didn't find that first day and as he predicted, the ladies left us immediately after dinner. I had some difficulty sleeping that night, not from the wild and feral sound coming from the forest, but from those coming from the ladies' tents. Yes, that one sound from Juliane was familiar to me. The next day Alfred and I headed out before the ladies even appeared from their tents. It wasn't long before I discovered what had kept the ladies so occupied. Considering the size and form of the plants we found, I knew I would be hard pressed to get any of the ladies' attention on this trip. The blooms of this particular plant were similar to a large philodendron bloom, but better... I mean larger, or better proportioned. All I know is that I was very envious, leave it at that. "I tell you Alfred, it's bad enough competing with all the electrical, pistoning and vibrating devices out there, now we're competing with plants." "Just be patient my friend, our time will come... if you pardon the pun." I trusted Alfred through four more days of exploring the forest and surrounding areas. It was taking a toll on both of us as the jungle sounds from the ladies' tents seemed to get more and more exotic. By then, the students, the cooks and security guards had all hooked up in one way or another leaving Alfred and I as the two celibates in the middle of a virtual nightly orgy. With only two days left in our trip, we set out early one morning, so early that the moans were still coming from several of the tents. We carried our own machetes since we left our security personnel behind. Moving quickly over the pathways we explored earlier in the week, we soon entered into some unexplored territory. We had walked nearly an hour into this area, chopping our way through most of it, when Alfred directed me to stand beside some large bloom growing from a rock outcropping. I did notice the rock had an odd, fleshy color, but didn't think much about it. I posed for a moment, hoping we could continue our search without any more delay. I was about to head on, when Alfred said, "Okay, this one's yours; there are several more back up the trail. Enjoy yourself." Alfred turned and headed back up the path, unfastening his belt as he went. Confused, I turned and looked closer at the flesh colored rock formation and only then did I see what he was talking about. Beneath the large flower and hidden in the brush I saw the slight slit in the geology. Surely that was just rock formation and not... I reached my hand and felt the soft and damp folds that seemed to open for me. I took a step backward and realized I was staring at a six foot tall pussy. Unscientific as that may sound, that was the only way I could describe it. And damn, it not only looked like a six foot tall pussy, it felt like it, it smelled like it and... and... unzipping my pants and sliding my cock into the folds, it fucked like it. The sensation over my cock was so intense that with only a couple of pushes, I came, shooting my white cum into the slippery folds. Reeling from everything, I sat down on a nearby rock to catch my breath. It seems Alfred was right, we had come across something incredible. All I could do is sit and admire the wonderful symmetry of the formation before me. Remembering the pussies I had seen in my life, I had to admit, I'd never seen any so beautifully formed. Standing back up, I ran my hands up between the folds and sure enough, even found a large knob... a clit. Finding myself hard again from the sheer joy of this beautiful sight, I pulled off all my clothes and then, well, I simply climbed in. Letting my legs act as fingers, I first slipped one leg in and then the other. Holding my arms out to keep from slipping completely inside, I slid the lower half of my body in and out of a giant cunt. As I slid, my cock was being rolled and kneaded within tiny mini folds, covering it, and my balls with a warm, wet, soft sensation that had me ready to come in just a few minutes. I noticed as I got closer to coming again, the sensation within the cunt changed, as if the walls were sucking me in. It was getting harder for my arms to hold me up, but I came quickly and then, as if fighting a current, I wrestled my way clear of the now gaping and sucking hole. I fell onto the ground gasping for air, when I suddenly heard a muffled cry. Alfred! I leapt up and ran up the trail where a noticed a pile of clothes in front of another giant pussy. Alfred was nowhere around. Immediately figuring out what must have happened, I dove to the pussy and sank my arm in, all the way to the shoulder. I could feel the suction all around me, so I grabbed a nearby plant to keep from getting pulled in. Moving my hand in and out of the folds of the giant wet opening, I felt something solid. Yes... it was Alfred's hand. I took a firm hold and pulled with all my strength. It was tough, at one point I had my feet planted firmly on each side of the opening as I pulled Alfred with both hands until finally, he slipped out onto the ground. Not sure if he was breathing, I lifted up his feet and slapped in on his back. He coughed a bit and then let out a loud wail. It sounded like a baby's cry, but at least the old fart was breathing. I shouted, "Alfred, Alfred, are you okay?" Calming down and regaining his composure he looked at me and smiled. In a few moments he spoke, "You know my friend, that was one incredible experience. I'd only done that once before and... well I was simply too young to remember." Wondering what he was talking about I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't you get it John, I was born again... truly born again." Looking him over, completely naked, glistening and shivering a bit I had to believe it, he sure looked the part. "Well Alfred, I must admit, it's been a hell of a trip. Not only did I get fucked like I've never been fucked before, I also got to deliver my best friend. Yep, one hell of a trip." We both rounded up our clothes, took a few more pictures of the surrounding scenes and then headed back to camp. That night we both slept like babies, while the orgies vibrated around us. Born Again I am a young woman, traveling with two of my friends. We are in Amsterdam, walking in one of the shopping streets just off the main plaza. Amsterdam is full of porno shops, what they call "Sex Shops." We have walked past several of them, each time daring each other to go in. Finally, we see one sort of down a narrow little alley off the main street, and decide to go in. The shop is divided into several rooms, the first of which contains magazines and books. There are several people in this rather large room, both men and women. In a booth next to the door, raised about a foot off the main floor, a scruffy looking clerk sits next to a cash register, his bored eyes watching the potential customers. There are posters on the wall, all of them depicting women and men in various bondage poses. Immediately I feel myself becoming excited, the crotch of my panties becoming moist. My two friends begin looking at the magazines as I wander on into the next room. I draw in my breath sharply as I gaze around me. The scent of leather fills the air. This room is filled with bondage devices, some fastened on life-like manikins, demonstrating their use. I move deeper into the room almost in a trance. There are fewer people in this room. Cruel mouth gags, penis gags and ball gags, fastened over the manikins' mouths. One dummy, a woman, has rather exaggerated breasts. A vice-like device is fastened around them making the simulated flesh bulge out. My panties are getting wetter as I think of the pain such a cruel device would cause. Male manikins sprout wicked looking cock rings around their impossibly sized erections, or have tight bands around their testicles. My friends are still in the first room as I move into the third, and apparently the last room. This room is even busier than the first room had been, again both men and women. I'm a little disappointed to find that there are only displays of video tapes here. The videos look interesting, all with a BDSM theme...this appears to be the specialty of this shop...but I was expecting more of the bondage devices. As I am about to leave, to retrace my steps and rejoin my friends I am almost hit by a door opening between one of the display racks. A man, an African, comes out. Over his shoulder I catch a glance into the room he is exiting, and I catch my breath in shock. My eyes widen at the view framed by the open door. A woman, a dummy I am sure, but amazingly life-like, is bent over, her head and arms imprisoned in a medieval stock. She is naked, and her white buttocks stick out prominently. Deep red welts crisscross her cheeks, welts caused by the whip held in the hands of the enormous, equally naked, black man who stands behind her. The whip is raised, ready for the next blow to the women's rump. I stare, mesmerized by the scene. The man holds the door open and I realize he expects me to enter. I move forward, and he closes the door behind me. I turn, my panties now sodden with my arousal. There are many other little tableaus around the room. I have never seen anything like them outside my own fantasies. Each tableau shows a woman in bondage and in pain, each one life-like down to the smallest detail. In each, the woman is white, her torturer, or torturers in many cases, are black One in particular attracts my attention. In this one the woman who looks surprisingly like me, is stretched out on her back on a very uncomfortable-looking table. As I move closer I see that the tabletop is studded with tiny needles, very sharp looking needles. She is strapped down, her legs raised and spread, so that all of her weight is on the needles. A man is between her legs, his enormous black phallus imbedded in her sex. Her head dangles back off the other end of the table, and another man stands there, poised to push his equally enormous tool into her open, screaming mouth. Her breasts are captured in one of the vices that I had seen in the second room, her tit flesh bulges out around the tight claws of the vice, purple and inflamed. Her nipples are clamped.. It is impossible for me to move away. I study the tableau intently, my panties drenched. Is the woman's mouth open in pain, or in pleasure? A mixture of both, I decide, each feeding on the other. What would it be like, to be her? Helpless, ravaged, filled with the counterpoints of pain and pleasure. I shiver. Suddenly, I jump. A hand has touched me on the butt. For the first time I realize the African man had come into the room behind me. His hand now is hot on my rear. I know I should protest, move away, get out of here and find my friends, but I make no move, continuing to stare in rising heat at the perverse tableau. Encouraged by my lack of protest, the man moves closer to me, standing directly behind me, both hands now openly caressing my ass. I can feel the heat of his body. My thighs are by now coated with my excited juice, I can feel it dripping down my legs. His breath is hot on the back of my neck. He presses himself against me, his hands sliding around my waist. He is hard. I can feel his erection pushing my skirt into the crease between my buttocks. I am panting now. One hand slides under the waist band of my skirt and I moan out loud at the touch of his fingers on my bare flesh. His other hand moves under my blouse rising up until he is cupping my breast through my bra. "The pain...can you imagine the pain?" his words caress my ear. "She is helpless, her body in agony, yet the cocks fill her with pleasure to match the pain...Look at her. Feel what she feels. Helpless before their lust, a sacrifice to their cocks, and loving it." I whimper, moving now, not to escape him, but to press my ass back against his hardness as I realize he is unbuttoning my blouse. I want to tell him no, but the words stick in my lust-clogged throat, and he gives a low chuckle, as if he knows my very thoughts. "She is where she wants to be. In pain and delight. Where many white women want to be, nothing but an object of pleasure for her black Masters...she is where you want to be, isn't she?" Again I whimper, and his hand suddenly clamps on my breast, squeezing it painfully. "Where you want to be." He repeats. "Yessssss," I moan. He chuckles again, a humiliatingly snide chuckle that sends a spurt of juice from my excited sex.. His fingers find my nipple through the thin bra and he pinches it, hard, wrenching a groan of pain from me. His other hand raises my skirt until he can cup my dripping cunt. I'm leaning back against him now, without his embrace I would fall, so weak has my arousal made me. "A bra, and panties. Slut. A slut like you should not be wearing such things. They are for respectable women, not for trash." As he speaks, he tugs on my bra until the straps snap, digging painfully into my flesh before they part. He drops the garment to the floor, while his other hand claws at my panties, not bothering to push them down, he tears at the material until he rips the crotch to shreds. My cunt flows feely, and the feel of air on my heated pussy is almost a relief. "Look at her tits," he tells me. "Can you imagine the pain? See the needles she is lying on? There are identical needles imbedded in the vice clamping those fat melons." He fills his hands with my tits and squeezes, crushing the tender flesh in his grip. My head swims and I am only dimly aware that he is pushing me forward. Bending me over the table upon which the woman lays, forcing me down onto the space beside her. Little sounds, the sounds of a woman in heat, come from my throat as I feel his naked cock between my legs. He enters me from behind, ramming in balls deep in one brutal lunge that drives the breath from my body. I climax almost immediately, staring down at the woman, at the black cock that is about to enter her mouth, as an equally black cock fills my cunt. I lower myself further, my naked tits falling onto the table as the man fucks me. His hands press me down, driving the needles into my tit flesh, and I cry out in pain, my vagina clenching on his cock. It fills me completely, my juices squeezing out around it, dripping down my thighs. We are both panting, his sweat drips down onto the back of my neck, each drop burning me like boiling water, as I writhe beneath him, rolling my tits over the cruel needles in a deliberate act to increase my own pain as his cock pumps pleasure into my fuckhole. I can't stop cumming. It seems to last forever, but finally I feel his motions increase. His black cock seems to swell within my slick sheath and I cry out. "Cum in me. Fill me with your cum. Fuck me and fill me." And then I scream. His cock erupts deep inside my sheath, his semen burning me like molten lava, driving my own orgasm, which has never seemed to falter, even higher. He rests on me for a moment, his weight pressing me even tighter down on the needles. Then he grunts, and I moan in protest as he drags his softening member from my hole. His cum gushes out behind it, to run down my legs mingled with my own cunt slime. He slaps my ass, and my body jerks. And then he is gone. I hear the door open. He doesn't bother to close it. Still, I can't move. I wonder if anyone is looking in, seeing me spread so lewdly. The thought excites me anew. I force myself to move. Standing up, wrenching a little at the pain in my back. My tits are dotted with tiny red pricks. The needles haven't actually broken the flesh, just pierced enough to raise the red spots. I button my blouse over the painful globes and push my skirt down. I turn to see another man staring at me, grinning, from the doorway. I stand quietly beneath his leer, and then he moves away. I don't know if I'm relived that he does not take advantage of my position or disappointed. I know that I would have submitted to him. Moving through the door into the room with the videos, I find my two friends. They stare at me strangely, and I wonder if they know what has happened to me, if they saw me through the open door. If they have, they say nothing, although I catch them exchanging glances as we leave the shop. I feel a warm glow, and a hunger that I know will always be with me, a hunger that will grow rapidly as time passes, grow until it will once more demand to be fed. Less than hour ago I had entered the shop as a normal young woman. I exit it now as a shamelessly addicted pain slut.