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Tourist

By: clarkroberts



I have everything I want...almost. My name is Sophie White I'm 34 years old and have been married to my husband, Archie, for seven years. Recently we've been trying to conceive. Tonight we were going to try again.

"Sophie? Lovey, where are your?" called Archie as he entered our Putney Hill flat.

"In the kitchen, Archie," I called back from the back of the apartment. "Go into the dining room I'll brink you a cocktail."

"Thanks, Lovey." 

I heard a chair leg scrape on the hardwood floor as Archie pulled it from the table. He exhaled a relaxing sigh. He seemed glad that his day as a project accountant with the British Bank of Commerce was finished. 

"Tough day, Darling?" I sauntered into the room carrying a tray with a whiskey sour on it.

Archie's mouth dropped open at the sight of my attire. I was wearing a string of pearls around my neck topless. My hard nipples jutted from my huge breasts that swayed with each step I took. Around my waist was a white apron and under that was a white suspender belt from which white fishnet stockings were attached. I wore white pumps and a gold ankle bracelet that matched my honey brown hair. 

I sat Archie's cocktail on the table and kissed him deeply. My tongue probed for his and tussled with it. His hand reached instinctively for a breast and he squeezed it lovingly. He tried to pull me down on his lap but I resisted.

"Supper is ready." I said simply and walked back to fetch our meal.

Archie chuckled and slapped my bare derrière, "Naughty girl, no knickers."

"Darling!" I gasped rubbing the rising welt on my arse. I was sure I would have a red hand print on it. I brought back two plates of liver and onions with boiled potatoes.

Archie caressed my still stinging buttock as I set his plate in front of him."I can hardly wait for dessert," he smiled at me.

"Tonight is the night, Darling." I looked over my shoulder watching Archie scrutinize my wiggling bum. 

I said between bites, "My Basil Body Temperature is at its optimum. It's the 13th day since menses so my hormone levels should be peaking."

Archie smiled, "You really want a baby, don't you Lovey?"

"Yes, I do." I nodded, "I just didn't think it would be so difficult to make one. I've always wanted to be a mum."

"Those lovely breasts should be able to support twins," he chuckled.

My nipples harden that much more under Archie's lustful gaze. He had such lovely eyes, a pale blue that seemed to penetrate my soul. At 39 his hair line had begun to recede but his eyes could still make me blush.

As we ate Archie relaxed. He told a hilarious story about his bank superior looking for a loo on a construction site. "What a Joey," cackled Archie slapping the table. "I'm glad he isn't going to Norwich with me."

"When?"

"A fortnight, I've got to do an audit of Hadrian Construction. They're the ones building the Norwich Distributer Route."

"I saw that on the telly. Don't the Greens have their knickers in a twist about that road?"

"Bloody tree-huggers are adding to the cost of construction." He pushed his empty plate back and said, "Great supper, Lovey. Now, what of dessert?"

I scooted back from the table and rose to my feet. I untied the apron and let it fall to the floor. I followed Archie's eyes as they migrated from my swaying breasts to my exposed cunt. My hips swung from side to side as I sauntered around the table.

"I have a nice custard in the kitchen or ...." I pushed Archie's empty plate back out of the way and sat on the table spreading my legs, "... or you can nosh on a hot muff pie right here. You choose."

His piercing blue eyes looked into my eyes and then into my neatly trimmed pussy. His head dipped between my thighs and his tongue darted between the folds of my gushing gash. His tongue lapped at my cunt, like a kitten with a saucer of milk. I leaned back and purred with pleasure. 

Archie reached up and took a heavy breast in his hand and began to knead it. He gently pinched a nipple and I yelped. He franticly darted his tongue against my clit. He worked two fingers into my soppy snatch. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem to drive me to the edge of orgasm.

I grasped the back of his head and pushed more of his face into my mound. I squeezed my legs together and howled when Archie jammed his thumb up my arsehole driving me over the brink. My eyes rolled back and white light tore thru my brain. The muscles of my cunt contracted around Archie's fingers.

While I panted for breath Archie sat back in his chair and undid his trousers. I lowered myself on to his rigid cock. My quim quivered with delight as it was penetrated by his pulsating pecker. I kissed him tasting my own nectar on his lips.

I slowly began to slide up on his shaft. I hesitated for a moment before gliding back down on it. Archie groaned when I topped out almost letting his cock slip from my cunt. He moaned with relief as I glided back down. I teased him for awhile and then picked up the pace. 

One of my nipples disappeared into his mouth and he sucked on it hard. He gripped my buttocks which helped to steady me as my pace became more frantic. I felt his cock get thicker and begin to twitch. I knew he was close so I ground my crotch on his cock until I could feel his hairy balls tickling my arsehole. I stuck my tongue into his ear and whispered, "Cum in pussy, Darling."

His blue eyes rolled over white. He gritted his teeth. I could feel his cum coating the walls of my cunt. I held him tight fully seated on his cock as he emptied himself into my waiting womb.

I sat on Archie's cock post-coital and kissed his neck. I murmured my love over and over. His squidgy cock slipped out of me. I got up pinched my labia together and walked bow-legged out of the dining room.

"Let's go to bed Darling. I'll clean this mess up in the morning." I said as I hobbled upstairs to our bedroom.

Archie did up his trousers and followed me up the stairs toot sweet. He stripped as soon as he hit the door of the bedroom. Then he joined me on the bed. He kept himself in shape. His body wasn't beefy nor was it pudgy either. He lay on his back. I kissed him and our tongues wrestled. He found one of my tits and began to squeeze it.

I kissed his neck then his chest and belly. I grabbed his still wet cock and ran my tongue down its length. It tasted of my nectar and his spent semen a bit on the salty side. I giggled as it hardened immediately. I sucked the proud helmet of his pecker into my mouth and darted my tongue into his piss slit.

"Oh my," gasped Archie clutching at the sheets. Soon I was bobbing my head on his cock like a banshee. I rolled his balls in my hand like they were dice. I teasingly relaxed my throat and swallowed his entire cock. His curly pubic hair tickled my upper lip.

"I'm going to cum."

I quickly spit out his willy and scolded, "You better not."

Archie groaned with disappointment. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs for him. "Fuck me Darling."

He rolled on top of me and penetrated my pussy in one movement. He began thrusting into me with reckless abandon. He pounded me hard for several minutes before arching his back and burying his cock into me. His cock once again spurt cum into my depths.

I loved the rapture look on his face as he orgasm. I wrapped my legs around his ass and hooked my ankles together. The pressure of Archie's pubic bone on my clit sent me over the cliff. I howled as my orgasm racked my body with delight. My cunt contracted around Archie's cock like a wet glove and attempted to milk the last drop of cum from his cock. 

Archie kissed me and rolled off of me. He whispered, "I love you, Sophie."

"I love you too, Darling," I said as I snuggled up to him and fell asleep. I dreamed of booties and bassinets.

Two weeks later I was sitting at our bedroom window watching it rain. I was crying and had a heating pad tucked against my tummy. I watched Archie as he sprinted around puddles on his dash to the front door. He had spent most of the week at Norwich doing the project audit. I felt guilty because I hadn't fixed supper but I couldn't I was too fagged. 

"Sophie? Lovey where you are?" he called.

"Up here!" I called back.

Archie had stopped to fetch a towel and was drying his hair as he padded up the stairs in his stocking feet. He took one look at my tears and the mascara that trailed down my face, "What's wrong?"

"My womanlies," I spat disgusted. "You're not pregnant?"

I shook my head negatively and wailed in frustration.

"I'm sorry Lovey," he said as he crossed the room. He hugged me close. I sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked my hair and patted my back. It was comforting in the warmth of his loving embrace.

"Now will you go to the reproductive specialist?" I whimpered.

He kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "Of course, Lovey."

Two weeks later I accompanied Archie to Doctor Rashid's office. I had sought out his help over a year ago. After a thorough physical exam he taught me about Basil Body Temperature and how to keep an Ovulation Calendar. Archie so far had resisted going to the doctor... until now.

The doctor's fat nurse smiled judging us when we checked in at the front desk. We followed her waddling backside into an exam room. She ordered Archie to strip and handed him a gown before briskly leaving the room.

Several minutes later she returned and took Archie's weight and blood pressure. Then she poked him none too gently in the arm with a needle and took a couple vials of blood. She handed him two specimen cups and told him to fill them up. 

Archie looked at her bewildered. She chuckled and her jowls shook like jelly, "Piss in one and wank-off in the other."

I took Archie by the hand and led him down the hall to the WC. He stepped in and closed the door. I could hear a wiz sound as he filled one cup with urine.

He whined thru the door. "Piss in one, I'd like to piss on you, you fat flecking slag."

"Darling! Don't throw a wobbly." I said.

After a bit he poked his head out of the door, "I got one full of piss but I'm having trouble with the other."

With a smile I pushed past Archie and said, "I thought you might have trouble with your John Thomas. Why don't I help you?"

I closed and locked the door. I smiled untied my overcoat and hung it on the back of the door.

"Blimey!" gasped Archie.

A broad grin covered my face as I turned back around. I was pleased that Archie was smiling back at me. I was wearing a three piece "Naughty Nurse" costume which included a sheer crop top which covered yet completely revealed my big breasts and hard nipples. My outfit had a white mini skirt that didn't quite cover my bum. I had on a white thong with white thigh-high stockings stuffed into white heels and a white nurse's cap resting atop my honey brown hair.

"I understand you're having a problem with your penis, Mister White."

Archie's gown was tented with an erection and he moved to fondle me. I smacked his hand and said, "Please Mister White let's keep this professional. Now let me see your todger."

He chuckled and pulled his gown above his naval to reveal his erection, "Yes, Nurse Goodbody, whatever you say."

I began stroking his hard cock running my hand slowly the length of his willy. I cupped his balls and rolled them like dice. After teasing Archie's genitals I said, "Everything seems to be in working order, Mister White. You just need to manipulate your penis until you ejaculate." 

"This place is so clinical, there's no inspiration. The smell of disinfectant is overwhelming, its killing me stiffy," whined Archie.

I pinched one of my nipples through my sheer white boob tube and asked, "You don't find me inspiring?"

"You're blooming inspiring, Lovey," he choked as he began fisting his cock.

I raised my mini skirt and hooked my thumbs at the waistband of my thong and quickly ripped it down my legs. I handed it to Archie and said, "Perhaps you'll find the fragrance of my knickers a bit stimulating." 

He brought the thong up to his face and inhaled deeply. He immediately began flogging himself with breakneck fury. He growled with desire.

I kept my skirt raised and put a foot upon the toilet. I ran a finger through my trimmed thatch of pubic hair down to my clit and then through the wet slit of my labia. I penetrated my cunt with a finger. I rapidly fingered myself while pushing my palm against my clit. I moaned in ecstasy.

Archie's eyes gleamed with lust as he gawked at my cunt. His rapid fire manipulation produced results. He spurted a stream of sperm into the specimen cup. His face was red and beads of perspiration made his features glisten.

Soon I joined Archie with my own self-induced orgasm. I pulled my nipples and jammed my finger far up my cunt. I pushed hard against my exposed clit an electrical charge of pleasure coursed through my nethers and exploded in my brain. I bit my lip to keep from screaming in orgasmic delight. 

Once we had come back down to earth from our climatic heights I put my coat back on. We exited the loo and went back to the exam room. Dr. Rashid joined us he asked a few questions concerning the frequency of intimacy and the length of time intercourse lasted.

Poor Archie suffered through Dr. Rashid's physical examination. With a gloved hand the doctor roughly gouged Archie's testicles and commanded that he turn his head and cough. That indignity was followed by the doctor ordering Archie to bend over the exam table. Archie gritted his teeth as the doctor's thick finger invaded his bum to check his prostate. The exam completed Dr. Rashid said he would give us a ring when all the test results came back from the lab.

Once back in our automobile I said to Archie, "Sorry...Dr. Rashid seemed... a bit rough." "Too right, bleeding Asian I'd love to box his ears."

"Perhaps if you don't have to return to the office, Nurse Goodbody could help ease your suffering," I offered as I opened my coat once again revealing my costume. I spread my legs wide to expose my quim.

Archie sped from the cark park and into traffic while chatting on his mobile. He rescheduled his afternoon appointments while weaving in and out of traffic. We arrived home in record time and fortunately in one piece. We dashed for the door giggling like teenagers skipping school. 

I ordered Archie to bed. I giggled at the thundering clattered of his footfalls as he charged up the stairs. I hung-up my coat adjusted my see-thru boob tube and went into the kitchen to fix Archie a whiskey toddy.

Archie had left a trail of clothes from the door to the bed. I sauntered to the bedside and handed him the toddy and said, "This should sooth your suffering a bit."

"A bit," he replied gulping down the warmed whiskey and lemon juice. 

"What seems to be the problem Mister White?" I asked as I lifted his wrist and pretended to take his pulse.

He threw back the covers revealing his nudity and said, "I've some swelling that just won't go down."

I gazed at his hard cock, "Yes it seems a bit enlarged."

My hands fondled his willy and balls. I ran a finger-nail down the length his shaft. It twitched. I said, "Perhaps I can remedy the problem by drawing off the distress."

"Please do." Archie forced my head down towards his cock. I teasingly licked his piss slit a couple of times before taking his tool into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his cock continuing to stroke it with one hand. I felt Archie slide a digit into my slit. 

He began to finger me to the rhythm of my oral ministrations. He pressed his thumb against my hooded clit. An electric charge surged through my cunt causing me to gasp. Archie grabbed me hips and maneuvered my hindquarters around until we were in a sixty-nine position. His tongue scurried in and out of my quim in concert with my bobbing on his cock. He bit lightly on my exposed clit.

I spit out his cock and rose up on my hands and knees until I was squatting above Archie's face. I howled like a dog as pleasure shot from my crotch and burst in my brain. My eyes rolled back and I fought to stay conscious. 

When I was done with my climax I slid off Archie's face and slipped down his torso. My wet labia left a snail trail of clamminess to mark my passage. I gripped his hard cock rose up on my haunches and fed it into my hungry hole. I slid down his shaft until I was firmly seated on his cock in what the Yanks call a reverse cowgirl position.

I began to rise and fall on Archie's cock riding it like he was Thoroughbred on a fox hunt. I pulled my nipples and diddled my clit while maintaining an ever increasing tempo of cock- jockeying. 

Archie must have felt my cunt begin to contract around his cock because he suddenly jammed his middle finger up my arsehole saturated with seepage from my snatch. I fell down fully seated on Archie and climaxed with howl.

"Aww...cunt...cum...cumming," I stammered thru jagged breaths. Lights of red, yellow and white went ballistic in my brain.

This time as my climax subside I simply slid off of Archie onto my side with my head at the bottom of the bed. Archie gave me a moment to compose myself. Then he flipped me on my back spread my legs and mounted me.

I gasped as his hard cock once again penetrated my soppy snatch. My labia clung to his cock like a hot wet velvet glove. I patted his ass as he began to pound my pussy like a jackhammer. His pubic bone was tantalizing my super sensitive clit. I began to babble incoherently as he machine gunned my cunt with his marvelous cock.

Archie buried himself in me and I felt his cum showering the walls of my cunt. I contracted my muscles around his cock as he emptied himself into me. I smiled as he growled with pleasure. It seemed his entire weight was on my clit. Again I wailed as I climaxed, a burst of white light detonated in my mind with each breath.

I wrapped my arms and legs around Archie as he collapsed on top of me. Finally spent and soft he rolled off of me and whizzed, "Thanks nurse, I think you took care of my swelling."

Tourist Attraction



It was something that'd never happened before. Especially not to me. It was only based around fantasies I'd had, and from stories I'd seen on television. At age thirty five and married for ten years, my life was normal and mundane, though not accidentally. I'd strived for normalcy for many years, and kind of accepted my everyday life a normal guy whose only big advantage was a small beach house up the coast from where I lived.

I don't know what had gotten in to me, but that July afternoon, things just kind of took off. I guess you could call it sewing my wild oats, or perhaps I was just being adventurous. That Wednesday afternoon I'd driven down to the shopping area a few miles from where I'd lived and decided to stop off to get a latte. Normally, I'd park my car, rush in, get my drink, and speed off. But that day was special.

The afternoon was crisp, and though it was warm, it wasn't unbearable. After feeding my early afternoon caffeine habit, I stepped out on to the sidewalk to sip my drink and looked out on to the crowds of shoppers and tourists. It was mid-July so the tourism in my town was especially heavy this time of year.

I'd taken time out to enjoy the sights for ten or fifteen minutes until I noticed her. It was unusual how she stood out from the crowds, even though she seemingly took great pains in blending in with everyone else. She sat along a bench within the crowds that afternoon, looking down at her phone screen and texting, and made a particular case of clutching on to her huge tote bag that apparently housed her clothes and possessions.

She didn't seem distressed, but also didn't really look calm either. Her bright blond hair was bunched up in a small messy bun, and she was a natural beauty. She'd traveled for a while, so she wasn't wearing any heavy make up, and wore an inconspicuous burgundy tank top and tan shorts. The shorts did a poor job of hiding her curvy hips and very long legs that ended with her feet wearing simple flip flops, and her tank top didn't hide her figure.

She was very slim and limber, almost like a dancer, and her small pouty breasts hung under her tank top. You couldn't really notice it with her bag clutched to her lap like a sick dog she was cradling, but every time she leaned over, I made a point of watching. Normally I'd just ogle a woman like her and be on my way, but for some reason, a spark of courage washed over me, and I strode over to her casually, parking myself on the opposite end of the bench from where she sat. 

By what seemed like serendipity, she'd doted over her bag dropping her passport and papers. I rushed over to help her and handed her documents sitting back as she nodded and thanked me with a very wide beaming smile. Her voice was also quite intoxicating, as she spoke in a very thick Austrian accent. English was obviously a new language to her, but she seemed to understand me.

"Don't want to lose those," I joked turning away to make her feel more comfortable.

"I always drop things," she scoffed trying to hide her accent.

"That's an interesting accent," I smiled, "Is it Austrian?"

"Yes," she scoffed surprised, "I'm here with friends for the summer. English is new to me."

"Did they leave you here?"

"No," she scoffed, "I was coming here to meet a friend but he never came."

"I'm on my way to work, I could give you a ride to your hotel if you wanted."

"That's okay," she chuckled bashfully, "I'm staying downtown."

"It's on my way. It'll be free of charge."

She smiled nodding politely in refusal, and I made a point of not insisting. She was trusting, but by no means naïve, so I stood up shaking her hand, wishing her a good vacation, and made my way toward the car.

"Does the bus come here?" she asked as I prepared to leave.

"This time a day it takes a while, there are a lot of shoppers," I warned shrugging.

Her face transformed from hopeful to irritated in a flash and she stood up looping her bag around her shoulder.

"It's no trouble for you?" she asked shrugging, taking me up on my offer.

"Not at all, it's better than a smelly bus, and no rude people to bother you," I smiled lowering the top to the car.

She smiled relieved, and walked over, as I took her bag dropping it in to the back seat, and opened the door for her. I couldn't believe I'd ever go this far. Paranoia swept over me as she slid in to my car and smiled pleasantly as I closed the door. Perhaps someone would see me, or word would get out. But something about her made me bold and courageous. In either case, I'd gotten in to my car and sped off down the road as she looked out the side relieved she was in a comfortable position.

"I'm surprised this is your first time in New York, it's the best place to be in the summer."

"Yes, I just finished school, so I finally got the chance to travel," she smiled, "New York is my dream vacation."

Her name was Anika, and I was taken with her smile and accent, and though she was a lot younger at aged twenty three she was mature and had a lure that didn't need to be flaunted. Even the way she pronounced my name "Greg" was enticing. She didn't seem very old to begin with, and her beauty and obvious sex appeal became ever more apparent as we drove through the highways. 

This was an event I'd never actually dreamed of stepping in to, but we'd entered in to a very engaging conversation and over the course of the ride I'd gained her trust. After thirty minutes of conversation, I'd talked her in to going sight seeing with me to tour New York with an "actual New Yorker" for the day. Being wise, she'd let her friends know where she was going, and very enthusiastically agreed to go with me.

For the rest of the afternoon, we'd walked around touring all the best sights and the awkwardness faded in hours. What began as a mere friendship transformed in to flirting and subtle smiles that signaled my bold moves were paid off well. 

As we finally left to my car that afternoon, I'd decided to go for broke and take my big chance with the day, driving off in to the coast as we'd decided to leave the last sight up spontaneously. I'd driven for an hour before we finally made it to the beach and we discussed the sights as she gazed in awe at the coast and miles of beach. Nonchalantly, I'd pointed out my beach house down the road, and we'd continued talking. What seemed like an apparent throwaway fact came to the surface just as I'd hoped.

As we'd driven and driven she'd fussed around in her seat and I noticed looking over to her. "Are you okay over there?" I joked.

"I'm fine," she grinned.

"Are you sure?" I chuckled.

"No," she nodded and chuckled aloud bashfully, "I have to pee."

"We're far from any stores, unless you want to stop off at the house quickly," I braved the question, "It might be a few hours until we get to your hotel."

"I don't know," she shrugged considering her options.

"And the good thing is no one will bother you if you take long," I joked giving her a grin of assurance. Luckily we'd been together long enough to where she trusted me, so she eagerly agreed. We sped quickly to the house, and I opened letting her in before me. She looked around in a mixture of awe, confusion, and joy, which excited me for sure. She was certainly not bashful with me as she smiled looking around. I pointed her to the bathroom up the steps and she rushed off closing the door behind her.

My stomach was in knots as this could go either way. This wasn't me. I wasn't a cheating kind of man, but Anika was beautiful, and she was such a turn on. I brushed my black hair back and slid in to kitchen serving a drink. I heard the door open upstairs and waited with faux reservation. I turned walking over to the hall and found her standing in the hall observing a painting.

"This always gets everyone's attention, I can't quite understand it," I smiled standing beside her, "I picked it up at a swap meet."

"It's kind of beautiful," she giggled.

Within a moment we turned to one another and I leaned in kissing her deeply. Much to my surprise she didn't turn away or push me back and I savored her sweet lips. I noticed she's reciprocated leaning her head over, and I clutched the back of her neck softly, kissing her deeper and more passionately. I leaned back looking in to her eyes as she gazed obviously turned on and I quickly leaned in kissing her neck and shoulders prompting soft moans from her as she guided my head with her hands.

We'd made our way to the bed room where we kissed for a very long time, sitting at the edge of the bed. She'd slid off her sandals and we settled in, kissing and rubbing bodies. I tore off my shirt, and she unhooked my pants as I slid down her shorts and she panted looking back confused.

"Everything okay?" I asked confused.

"Who is that?" she asked furrowing her brows.

Shit.

I turned noticing that I'd made every detail except for the fact that I shared the beach house with my wife Ellen. I looked over by the wall at the picture of her hanging over the bed, and I was stunned. Anika looked betrayed for a moment, looking over at me.

"Your wife?"

"Of course not," I responded hiding my shock, "That's my sister."

Anika analyzed my response for a moment.

"Was my sister."

"Was?"

"She died five years ago from cancer. We were very close with one another. I forget her picture is there sometimes. It's just...," I feigned sadness, "My way of keeping her near me whenever I come to relax. She loved this place."

I didn't think she'd respond to my story, but after a few moments I heard her tisk sympathetically. I looked up to see her look of betrayal become sheer empathy and much to my surprise she seemed very turned on by my inherent grief. Before I could attempt another move, she'd leaned in kissing me with zeal and we continued our encounter. She pushed me back a bit and tore my pants off, leaning down and engulfed my hard cock with her mouth. I moaned leaning my head back as she rapidly devoured my and rubbing my bare chest with her left hand. 

She was even more amazing than I imagined and I glanced down to see her going to town on my cock, working the shaft with her right hand, her head bobbing up and down speedily as she moaned softly. She'd halted kissing me passionately as I lay her back along the bed admiring her amazing slender body. She slid her shorts and panties off with one motion, as she tore off her tank top. 

She looked up at me with a hint of a smile, clearly aroused and I leaned in sucking on her hard nipples that erected from her small pouty breasts. As I sucked on them, I slid my hand down between her legs rubbing her wet pussy with two fingers, and sucked on her beasts gently as she moaned looking down at me with mouth agape in pleasure. She turned on to her side squirming and moaning and I crouched over her sliding my cock in to her firm behind, thrusting with one motion. She cried out in pleasure clutching my arm as I thrust in to her again and rapidly fucked her from behind. We met eyes as I pumped her eagerly, watching her moan and cry out in pleasure. 

After a heated session, I turned her spreading her long legs and mounted her sliding my cock in to her with a thrust as she cried out once again clutching my shoulders with both of her hands. I met eyes with her again as she moaned and panted and I gained momentum, slowly sliding in and out of her and sped up as she moaned and cried out wrapping her long legs around my waist. The thrusts became harder and faster as the moments passed and our love making intensified as she leaned her head back moaning aloud in utter arousal, taking every pounding with an inviting "Yes" that became louder and louder. I clutched the end of my bed increasing the force of my humping as she cried out and came harder than I ever have in my life.

I grunted aloud panting hard as she panted with both eyes closed, clutching my hair passionately, and soaking in the silence and sweat soaked sheets. It was nothing I ever imagined myself doing in my life, but as I lay atop the gorgeous young goddess, kissing her deeply as she lay under me, clutching my back and waist with her arms and legs clearly not intent on ending the sensation any time soon, I had zero regrets. I'd never taken a risk this big before, and making love to Anika was an amazing experience.

After lying side by side soaking in the silence and making small talk set to laughter and friendly smiles, we'd dressed up again, and I drove her back to her hotel. The night had fallen as I drove up to the front of her hotel and she grinned, glowing from the afternoon encounter we'd shared.

"Call me?" she asked handing me her phone number.

"Of course," I smiled tucking it in to my shirt pocket.

She leaned in kissing me deeply, and leaned back sliding out of the car. I gave her her bag and she waved turning in to the hotel and disappearing in to the lobby. I sat in the car watching her enter the elevator and leaned back in my seat, relieved and in swimming on a high of excitement, pleasure, and exhaustion. As I drove off, Ellen rang my cell phone and I picked up welcoming her excitedly.

"I miss you," she scoffed.

"I miss you too."

"How's your vacation been? I know without work you're usually bored."

"Nah, I'm doing fine," I chuckled speeding back home, "I've been keeping busy."



Tourist Ch. 02



We were sitting in Dr. Rashid's office...waiting. I was nervous so Archie held my hand. The doctor was reading through a manila file. He looked directly into Archie's eyes and said, "I'm sorry Mister White but you're sterile."

"What?" I demanded.

Archie added, "Bloody hell."

"I'm afraid you have Oligospermia. Unfortunately it is quite common in male infertility. Your semen has a low concentration of sperm. Furthermore what little sperm you do produce has a high rate of abnormalities."

"How do we treat it, Doctor?" I asked.

Dr. Rashid shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, there is not a successful treatment for Oligospermia. Archie has probably had the condition since birth."

"There must be something....medication...surgery?" I pleaded.

"Nothing."

Archie squeezed my hand and said teary-eyed, "Sorry, ole girl. Sorry I let you down."

I dropped his hand and clutched him into a comforting embrace, "It's not your fault, Darling."

Dr. Rashid allowed us a couple of moments to mourn before he said, "There are some options open to you, perhaps a sperm donor or adoption. But you should be aware there is along waiting period for both options."

"Waiting period?"

"Yes, adoption does take 2 or 3 years once the application is submitted. And there is a sperm shortage in the United Kingdom..."

"You're kidding."

Dr. Rashid again shook his head negatively, "Seriously, sperm donors can only biologically father so many children in the UK. Simple supply and demand has resulted in a shortage. Another possibility is to be a fertility tourist."

"Fertility tourist?" I asked puzzled.

"Sperm may be in short supply in the U.K. but it's not in Belgium or Spain. However, Malta has the best conception rate and they speak English. I have a colleague that specializes in fertility tourism to Malta I can arrange an appointment if you like."

Archie sat staring at his shoes silent. I told the doctor we would discuss our options and get back with him later. He once again voiced his sympathies for our situation and escorted us out of his office.

Later we sat in our favorite pub eating fish and chips washing it down with a pint. Archie hadn't said much since we left the doctor's office. A waitress took our empty plates and brought us a fresh pint. I reached for Archie's hand. He drew it back.

Finally he said, "I'm so sorry, Lovey."

"I'm sorry too, Darling but it's not your fault, its fate... just bad luck," I offered.

"So fate has taken me manhood?"

"Rubbish! Your manhood is not in question, Darling," I retorted. 

"I can't make you a mum," he pouted refusing to look me in the eye.

I touched his arm and said, "Look at me."

Archie did and I said, "Fatherhood is more than simply depositing your sperm in me womb. You do want to be a father don't you?"

"Of course, I want to be a father. We always talked of family."

"I very much want to be a mum." I took Archie's hand in mine. I kissed it and continued, "I think adoption would be a poor option. You're 39 years old now, if we get an infant three years from now by the time he's playing football you'll be hobbling up and down the sideline with a walker."

Archie laughed I took that as a good sign. Then he said with a smile, "I reluctantly agree, but I must protest your ageism."

"I guess we'll be tourists then," I said sipping my beer. "I think Malta would be the best bet. I'll ring up Dr. Rashid and set it up."

A few days later we were sitting in the office of Doctor Zammit the recommended Maltese fertility specialist. She was a pregnant woman in her mid-thirties wearing a white medical smock. She had dark shoulder length hair with a Mediterranean complexion.

"I'm Doctor Zammit," she said and shook our hands before collecting the papers we had filled out. She sat down behind her desk. "I've read Dr. Rashid's report. I'm truly sorry about your condition Mister White."

Then she said, "iż-żwieġ mingħajr tarbija ma fihx tgawdija."

"Which means?"

"An old Maltese proverb that translates, a childless marriage cannot be a happy one."

Archie nodded to her and said nothing. He looked at his feet and fidgeted in his chair. He was miserable and it showed.

I took his hand in mine and asked the doctor, "When are you due?"

"Two months, thanks for asking. I'm a surrogate for a couple from Liverpool. Now here's my question for Mr. White, what are you willing to do to get your wife pregnant?"

"Sorry?"

"What are you willing to do to get your wife pregnant?" she repeated.

"I'm not sure I understand your question, Doctor. I'm here aren't I?" Archie answered.

"Successful conception requires more than simply exposing an egg to sperm. Successful conception requires physical and emotional effort. So are you willing to do whatever it takes to get your wife pregnant?"

"Yes."

Dr. Zammit turned her gaze to me and asked, "And you Mrs. White, are you willing to do whatever it takes to get pregnant?"

"Please call me Sophie and yes I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get pregnant."

"Good," she replied and scratched a note on a pad of paper.

I crossed my legs and straighten my skirt, "What do you mean exactly... whatever it takes?"

"I'll explain. I'm a fertility specialist not a reproductive specialist. To a reproductive specialist conception is a simple scientific formula; egg plus sperm equals fetus. However, a fertility specialist recognizes that conception is much more complex and is the result of physical, psychological and emotional endeavors."

Archie put in, "What exactly do you mean?"

"The conception rate for artificial insemination is roughly 15%. It's that low for a number of reasons. First AI is performed in a clinical environment which is an unnatural environment thus contributing to a lower conception rate. Shooting a syringe of semen up a woman's vagina is also unnatural thus contributing to a lower conception rate."

"I see," said Archie nodding. "Fertility is about keeping things natural."

Dr. Zammit smiled and then continued, "Precisely, Mr. White. Furthermore, a reproduction specialist ignores the psychological aspects of fertility. For example, a wife knows her husband is sitting in the waiting room pouting about his impotency while she's on her back with her legs in the stirrups getting injected with another man's sperm. She can't help but feel uneasy and almost adulterous about the process and on a psychological level she rejects what it is happening to her in her mind so her body ends up rejecting the sperm."

"Crikey" said Archie.

"I think we understand Doctor. What do we need to do?" I asked.

Dr. Zammit fumbled through some papers then said, "I see that you have been keeping an ovulation calendar, so you'll need to choose a time when you are the most fertile and schedule a holiday for Malta."

"We already discussed it," I said sitting up excited, "a month from today would work best for us."

"A month isn't much time to get you prepared," countered the doctor.

She noticed my deflated posture because she looked from me to Archie and then added, "If you are willing to put in the effort it... could...work out. Who are your top two donor choices from the profiles I gave you?"

Archie sat silently red-faced with humiliation so I spoke up, "Luca, and Rico, I think. Would one of them be available next month?"

She nodded studying the profiles before her, "Luca, yes Luca is a good choice, he's Maltese. Rico is a Sicilian transplant. Luca is smart, a medical resident at St. Philip's Hospital. Rico owns a vineyard. Luca is young, healthy and vigorous. Rico is 47, a widower and worldly, not as young as the other but just as virile." 

Dr. Zammit looked up from the profiles and gazed at Archie then said, "And, each has a nine inch penis."

"What the sod does that have to do with anything?" protested Archie almost jumping from his seat.

"A nine inch penis will reach Sophie's cervix when it ejaculates, contributing to conception."

Archie was on his feet and pounded on Dr. Zammit's desk, "Are you off your trolley?"

Dr. Zammit remained calm and looked coolly into Archie's simmering eyes. "Not at all Mr. White. I told you fertility was about being natural. I know of no more natural way to conceive a child than for a man to have intercourse with a woman."

I stood and took Archie's hand in mine and said, "I'm sorry Doctor. We can't agree to this... sorry to waste your time."

Archie faced me the anger drained from his face, "What are you saying?"

"I love you, Darling," I said teary-eyed. "Let's go, we'll figure something else out."

Archie collapsed into his chair. He turned his head to the wall and wiped a tear away. "I love you too," he said.

Dr. Zammit gave us a few moments. I sat back down. I patted Archie's back. He turned to me and we embraced. I could feel his tears running down his cheek against my skin. I whispered, "I love you, let's just go." 

Archie sat up and wiped his face with his fingers. "Go where? You want a baby, I want a baby. I think this is the best option ninety percent conception rate versus fifteen percent elsewhere. Correct Doctor?"

Dr. Zammit nodded, "Correct, Mister White."

"You should probably call me Archie, sorry I lost my temper."

"No need to apologize I would have been more troubled had your reaction not been anger. I'm sorry it has to be so painful for you but that too is natural. You have to understand that not only are you agreeing to Luca having intercourse with Sophie but Rico as well," 

Dr. Zammit paused again to gauge Archie's reaction, "and you are agreeing to be a part of the conception process."

"I'm not sure I follow," I put in confused. "Did you say I have to have intercourse with both men?" "Yes," Dr. Zammit held up her hand like a traffic cop before I could voice my objection. "Let me explain, the reason you must have intercourse with both men is more of psychological than physiological." 

She continued, "First there is Archie's mental health to consider. The biological father can't be pinpointed so it makes it easier for him to accept the baby."

"I guess that makes sense," I considered. "Then for the sake of the donors, none can claim fatherhood, so they don't have to wonder if they have a child in England. The psychological comfort of the donors contributes to conception. Then there is your psychological health it would be harder to emotionally bond to two donors than it is just one."

"What do you mean participate in the process?" asked Archie.

Dr. Zammit said, "You can't just send Sophie to Malta to be bred while you sit in Merry Ole England somewhere in a pub with your mates. You will need to accompany her to Malta and actively participate in the process. At the very least you will need to hold her hand during intercourse to reassure her."

Archie pleaded, "Reassure her?"

"Reassure her that you love her that you don't resent what she's doing. It's not about you, Archie. It's about Sophie and her psychological comfort. If you weren't present during intercourse she'd feel like an adulteress and her body may reject the donated sperm. Psychologically it's not cheating if your husband watches."

"Are you sure about this, Darling?" I asked searching Archie's eyes for emotion.

"I love you, Sophie. You're worth a little humiliation."

Dr. Zammit interjected, "We try to keep everyone's humiliation to a minimum."

We spent another hour with Dr. Zammit who recommended a fertility diet for me to include vitamins. She counseled us on what to expect once we arrived in Malta and some psychological exercises to help us both prepare for our fertility holiday.

She encouraged us to have lots of sex to increase my desire and to afford me opportunities to learn to control my orgasm. Dr. Zammit said I shouldn't orgasm before the man because it changed the pH levels of the vagina contributing to less likely conception. She also said that a woman's orgasm after the man climaxed help to suck the sperm into the womb thus contributes to successful conception.

More sex would also increase the intimacy that Archie and I shared and would strengthen our relationship for the coming trial of donor liaisons. I could tell Archie wasn't feeling as threaten and useless as when we first arrived.

Finally, Dr. Zammit handed Archie a slip of paper and said, "Here's the email addresses of Luca and Rico. You need to establish relationships with each of them. In the Maltese culture presumptions of instant familiarity invite rejection."

"You mean they may not agree to be donors?" I asked.

"That is correct. Even business relationships are sometimes resented as manipulative if they do not unfold in a context of social interaction," replied the doctor.

"Bloody hell," spat Archie folding his arms in disgust. 

"I never dreamed that the donor might reject me," I said looking at the floor, afraid of further disappointment.

"Sophie you need a relationship with each of them as well. It will increase your willingness to receive their seed. A woman who is familiar with the donors increases changes for conception."

I shook my head and said, "I understand."

By the weekend we had made contact with each man and we were well on our way to establishing a relationship with each. I found Luca to be a sensitive and caring young man. I was pleasantly surprised that Archie developed a friendship with Luca. They had several things in common most notably their love of football and American cinema. 

Rico was older and very suave with a certain old world charm. He helped me to relax me and eased Archie's indignation about the whole situation. Rico's wise counsel did more to assist us in accepting the reality and possibilities of our coming fertility holiday than anything else.

On Saturday morning Archie got up early and fixed me breakfast in bed. He brought me a bowl of oatmeal with sliced strawberries topped with honey for sweetness and a steaming cup of green tea to wash it down. 

While I ate Archie drew me a warm bubble bath. He lit several aromatherapy candles, Jasmine, Chamomile and Ylang Ylang. I eased into the soapy water happy and pleased that Archie was as fully committed to conceiving a child as I. 

After a bit Archie burst into the bathroom and broke my relaxing reverie. He was carrying a razor and bottle of lotion. "Dr. Zammit says it's necessary to shave your snatch, Lovey. Something about increasing the sensitivity of the vulva leads to increased pleasure which ...."

"I know," I laughed, "contributes to conception."

Archie shook his head negatively when I reached for the razor. "I want to do it." 

He helped me sit up on the edge of the tub. I had always kept my thatch neatly trimmed not bald. Archie kissed me deeply, briefly darting his tongue into my mouth. He broke our kiss and soaped my crotch. 

I watched as Archie carefully and gently scrapped the pubic hair from my vulva with the sharp razor. Soon my cunt was bald and glistened from the water and my excitement. As soon as the last hair was removed Archie liberally applied tea tree oil to my crotch to prevent razor rash.

Archie slyly inserted an oiled finger into me. I gasped and clung to his arm as he teased me with it. He used his palm to push against my clitoris peeking from its hood. He grinned at me as my body responded to his ministrations. 

"Oh Darling, that feels divine," I cooed.

"You'll love this then," he said as he spun me towards him. He parted my legs by pushing my knees apart as he dropped to his own knees. Soon he was lustfully lapping at my newly denuded naff while sawing two fingers in and out of me. I clutched the tub to keep from falling back into it. I tilted my head back and hissed. An electrical charge of pleasure surged from my crotch to my brain.

When Archie sensed I was about to climax he pulled his fingers from me and stood up. I wilted in disappointment and whimpered, "You sad bastard."

"Now, now, Lovey. Dr. Zammit said you had to control yourself. Now dry off and come up to the bedroom we have more to do. "

Archie left and went upstairs. I quickly dried off and padded upstairs wrapped in a huge bath towel randy as a sailor just back from a sea. I was surprised to find that Archie had laid out several sets of lingerie and hosiery on our bed.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Luca sent me an email asking for a picture of you. So I thought we might spice it up a bit and send him and Rico several pictures of you posing in different sexy outfits. Each of them could choose an outfit for you to wear when we get to Malta to inspire their peak performance."

I rushed to Archie and hugged him to my bosom heartily, "That's so thoughtful. I love you so much, Darling." 

After kissing Archie I sat nude at my dressing table and put on my make-up. Archie said he felt suddenly inspired and brought me a sheer blue dressing gown. He sucked each one of my nipples until it was hard enough to cut glass before he had me slip the gown on. He wanted me to sit back down and pretend to apply lipstick. My cunt was so wet it was like sitting in a puddle of rainwater.

He snapped a few pictures with his digital camera. He smiled pleased with himself as he showed me the result. The picture was taken from the back and my buttocks were clearly visible thru the transparent material including the cleft of my arse. My front was reflected in the mirror. My hard nipples stood at attention and my darker areolas obvious beneath the flimsy garment. The pièce de résistance was the lipstick tube pushed against my puckered wet lips. The phallic appearance looked as if I was kissing a tiny red cock. 

The next outfit that Archie picked out was a red lace teddy with red thigh high stockings. I put on a solitaire ruby necklace and the matching earrings into my pierced earlobes. I stepped into the one piece lingerie ensuring that the snaps at the crotch were closed. 

Archie knelt in front of me and helped roll the red stockings up my legs. He then put my feet into red open toed shoes with a four inch heel. I could feel my quim seeped naughty excitement as the lace material brush my sensitive bald vulva.

He posed me on the bed seductively on my side propping my head up with one hand. Then he had me twirl the ruby necklace. To top off the seductive look he slid a spaghetti strap of my teddy down to my bicep pulling the top slightly down to give a tasteful glimpse of my areola and exposed my hard nipple.

I smiled careful not to get lipstick on my teeth as Archie snapped several photos. I felt sexy and naughty as I responded to my husband's commands. He repositioned me to capture a different look. He had me rest my hand on my tummy below my naval in such a way as to call attention to my simmering snatch barely concealed by the lacey material.

He chuckled as he pulled these photos up from the camera's memory. I stood over his shoulder my naked breast resting against his back. "Look at this," he said.

"What?" I asked like an excited school girl. Archie zoomed the picture frame in close until just my crotch was visible. "Your clit is peeking thru the teddy."

Sure enough my clitoris was clearly poking thru the lacey material of the lingerie. All I could say was, "Blimey."

Archie helped me strip out of the teddy and put my hair up in a bun. The next outfit he brought me was more risqué. It was a black under the bust corset that left my breasts exposed with suspenders for black fishnet stockings. I pulled a matching black thong up my legs and adjusted the material in my bum in the most un-lady like way. Archie snapped a photo and said, "That one's just for me."

I stuck my tongue out at him and called him a sad bastard. He tossed me knee high stiletto heeled boots in response. I sat on the stool of my dressing table and put them on. When I stood up I could feel the cotton material of my thong clinging to my labia producing a camel toe. I moved to adjust it but Archie stopped me.




Tourist Ch. 02



He smiled and told me to run my finger down my slit. I did as I was told and then one better. While I ran my finger down my slit highlighting my puffy cunt lips I twirled my nipple between my finger and thumb. I smiled at the camera glassy-eyed as Archie snapped photo after photo.

"Beautiful, just beautiful," encouraged Archie.

I was beginning to work myself up into a frenzy but Archie stopped me just short of orgasm. "Sad bastard...Fuck you." I panted and hung my head. The faint aroma of my stimulated sex wafted up from my between my legs.

The final outfit was a whitefish net suspendered body stocking. Archie sucked each of my toes thru the netted material driving me to the brink of climax before he slipped on a pair of white strappy heels onto my feet. 

He had me take off the ruby necklace and replace the ruby earrings with big gold hoops. He had me take my hair down. Then he brought me to the center of the room and told me to lay on the floor.

I lay on my back with my feet flat on the floor my knees up. I spread my legs wide so all my panty-less wares were displayed. I felt so wanton, so sexual. I was panting like dog. Archie quit taking photos long enough to say, "You read my mind, Lovey. You're such a naughty girl. Now finger yourself. Finger your bald cunt."

I didn't need to be told twice. I plunged two fingers into my soggy snatch and began to piston them in and out like there was no tomorrow. 

"Awwww," I whizzed.

"No you don't," said Archie pulling my hand from my crotch.

"You bloody sadist." I spat as anger flared in my eyes.

He just smiled at me wickedly, "Doctor's orders. You don't get to cum until after the man does and since I'm the only man here. I get to cum first."

"Then fuck me already!" I shouted at him.

Archie undid his trousers and mounted me. His pecker was like a crowbar piercing my pussy. He groaned as he satisfactorily savored the sensation of my saturated snatch. "Aww, your cunt is wonderful."

I wrapped my legs around him and swatted his arse to signal I was ready for him to fuck. I kissed his neck then bit his ear as he began to pummel my pussy. I smacked his arse again and demanded, "Faster...Harder...you sod."

Archie complied and began thrusting into my cunt whole heartedly. He was just as worked-up as I. He rose up on his arms like he was going to do a pushup. He kissed me and then he hammered my cunt with his hard cock. Then with a final thrust he buried himself in me up to his balls. I could feel each spurt of his cock as it fired off like artillery.

"My turn," I gasped even before Archie was spent. I pulled him deeper into me and forced his pubic bone to put pressure against my clit. I screamed like a wounded animal as shock waves of ecstasy ripped thru my body. Lights of red and white detonated with each breath. 

Archie lay perfectly still on top of me and allowed my orgasm to fizzle naturally. He lovingly stroked my hair and kissed my neck as I huffed air back into my lungs. He rolled off of me and lay panting next to me on the floor.

"That was intense," I whispered as I lay spent with my legs still splayed open. I could feel Archie's cum dribbling down my arse. I said, "You sure cummed a lot, Darling."

"I'll say, but so did you...your cunt contracted so hard around my poor cock ...I thought you were going to snap it in two."

We both laughed. I rolled over and rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating. I knew it was beating with love for me. And just to confirm it Archie wrapped his arms tightly around me and said, "I love you Sophie."



Tourist Ch. 03



"Are you ready for this?" Archie asked the day of our departure for Malta.

"Yes, and you?" I answered as we hustled thru a downpour and jumped into the backseat of the taxi that would take us to Heathrow Airport to begin our fertility holiday. 

As the driver sped into London's bustling morning traffic rain pelted the windscreen. Archie replied, "I won't lie, Lovey. I'm a bit apprehensive." 

I stroked Archie's rescinding hair, smiled at him and said, "I love you, you silly sod."

"I'm still struggling with fear," he blurted out.

"Fear of what, Darling?"

"Fear that Luca and Rico will be better lovers than me...fears that you may leave me because of my inadequacy," he looked out the window at a passing automobile.

"Luca and Rico are my donors not my lovers." I said, "Dr. Zammit insisted I begin an online relationship with them to set intimacy boundaries. Women need to feel something of an emotional connection to a man before truly accepting his seed. I needed to connect with Luca and Rico enough for intercourse without establishing a lasting bond. Did you know most whores won't let their clients kiss them on the lips?"

"What's that got to do with this?" asked Archie.

" Fucking is their jobsworth it's not for pleasure or procreation, it's just their bleeding job. So for their emotional health they don't let punters kiss them to avoid intimacy."

"So you're not going to kiss Luca or Rico?"

"No I'm not. Dr. Zammit says my relationship with Luca and Rico should be much the same, intimate enough for intercourse without the emotional bond."

Smiling Archie said with relief, "I love you Sophie."

Archie and I arrived midday in Malta on a Trans European Airline flight. We gathered our luggage in the terminal of the Luqa Airport and went outside to catch the bus to Valletta, the Maltese capital. We had agreed to meet Rico at the bus terminal there.  

We waited for several minutes in the bright Mediterranean sunshine holding hands. We were glad to be out of London's murky rain. The air smelled of orange blossoms and olive oil both crops still grown on the island. Malta's warm atmosphere was already diminishing our anxiety. 

A yellow and white liveried bus arrived at the airport curb. The buses on Malta are unique in that are owned by the driver who is contracted by the government to run a specific route on the island. The buses themselves range from 40 year old classics to the latest modern model. They are characterized by their high level of customized detailing. The buses and the license to run them are handed down from father to son.

The classic bus we boarded seemed to be a late 1960's model with a front engine mounted beneath an extended bonneted nose. It had an elaborate chrome grille and a medallion of St. Christopher displayed on the dash alongside a white plaque displaying the route number. 

Painted on the visor above the windscreen was the saying, "One shoe will not fit all feet," in English. I smiled and pointed the proverb out to Archie after we had taken our seats. 

"Very wise," replied Archie. He put his arm around me and cupped my breast.

"Darling, please..." I begged. I wasn't wearing a brassiere and my areolas were visible beneath the flimsy white material of my sundress.

He pinched my nipple before letting go of my breast, "Just trying to get you randy."

"No worries, my hormones are raging."

The bus rambled by the St. Philip's Hospital. I thought Luca must be a caring person since he was working so hard to learn the medical craft inside the hospital's walls. We passed an orange grove and then a vineyard. I wondered if it was owned by Rico. The bus passed the Royal Malta Golf Club. We watched a couple of duffers hacking divots into the fairway.

A short time later the bus pulled up and stopped in front of the Triton Fountain, just outside Valletta's City Gate. We stepped off the bus and immediately spotted Rico walking towards us.

Rico was in his late forties with dark Mediterranean features that were highlighted by the white linen suit he wore. He was tall and solidly built. His curly had a salt and pepper look. He smiled showing his pearly white teeth. He shook Archie's hand. He kissed my cheek and welcomed us to Malta. 

"You are lucky man, Archie. Sophie is even more beautiful in person than in the photos you emailed me," said Rico looking at me, his dark eyes gleamed with lust.

I blushed as I recalled the risqué photos Archie had emailed. My nipples pouted from my aroused areolas beneath his gaze. I knew he could clearly see my excitement through the thin fabric of my sundress. I could feel the material of me knickers slip into my soaking slit and cling to it. 

Rico grabbed my bag and led us from the Triton Fountain to the luxurious Punic Hotel across the street. I enjoyed the purposeful movement of Rico's taut buttocks as he led the way. A passing car honked at me the driver narrowly avoided hitting me.

"Pay attention, Lovey. We didn't come all this way for you to spend our holiday in hospital," scolded Archie with a knowing grin.

Rico made arrangements with the concierge to keep our luggage while we ate lunch at the hotel's Capetian Bistro. He explained that the concierge would arrange to have our bags placed in his SUV parked in the hotel's car park.

We ordered lunch above the din of the noisy diners. As we waited and sipped our wine Rico gave us a history lesson about Malta from the time of the Greeks thru today. He mentioned that even the restaurant in which we were dining reflected Maltese history. Its name, Capetian Bistro, harkened back to the time Malta was ruled by the Capetian House of Anjou. 

A waiter brought our meals. I had ordered a salad with tuna and quail eggs with a goat cheese and herb spread and a Sicilian white wine. Archie and Luca ordered grilled steaks with béarnaise sauce and sautéed potatoes with a local Maltese red wine. 

Rico mentioned with pride that the wine came from his vineyard and he waited for our approval. "Only the best restaurants on the island serve my wine."

We acknowledged its palate pleasing elegance and praised its color and bouquet. We made polite conversion. We discussed everything from the challenges of Maltese wine making to pre-historic Maltese fertility cults.

Our desert was an apple tart with crème anglaise and had just arrived when a lovely young Chinese woman wearing a blue tight fitting cheongsam dress boldly walked up to our table. Rico smiled when he spotted the seductive sway of her hips. He stood up. Archie and I followed suit. 

Rico took the woman's hands and lightly kissed her cheek. "This is Charity Wu." He introduced us, "Archie and Sophie White from London, England."

We shook hands with Charity. She sat down in the chair that Rico had pulled out for her. "We're just getting dessert, would you like an apple tart?" he offered. She did and he pointed at his dish to the passing waiter, "Another, please."

I was surprised by the intrusion. She was in her early twenties with small but frisky breasts, a tiny waist and sexy hips. Her doe like eyes darted to and fro she observed everything.

Charity studied me in turn and finally said, "You are more beautiful than the photos Rico showed me."

My mouth fell open, my eyes dropped to my plate and my skin flushed red, "You saw those?"

Charity had just leveraged a forkful of apple tart into her mouth and simply nodded. 

"How dare you show those around, those were private!" I hissed at Rico.

Rico held up his hand to defend himself, "The photos are still private. Charity is part of the fertility team. She has a profound knowledge of Tao Sexual Secrets which we have found to be most beneficial to conception. She will also be your odalisque..."

Charity smiled at Archie and pointed at him with her fork, "And his paramour."

"Odalisque...paramour...I'm sorry I don't understand. Dr. Zammit never mentioned those terms." I said feeling more aggravated.

"What kind of sex secrets?" asked Archie leaning forward showing too much interest.

Rico glared at Charity. She silently bowed her head her eyes glued to her apple tart.

He turned to explain, "The position of odalisque dates back to the time of the Arabs. She was a slave girl of the harem, serving not the man of the household, but rather, his concubines as personal chambermaids."

"So Charity is something of a body servant?" I asked.

"Yes," nodded Rico.

Charity looked up from the pastry she was wolfing down. Her oriental eyes sparkling, "It will be my pleasure to serve your body."

Archie chuckled and then asked, "And a paramour?"

Charity started to answer but Rico's icy stare stifled her snappy comeback. She looked at her plate and forked another bite into her mouth.

Rico said, "It has been our experience that once copulation between the wife and donor begins the husband also has the need to relieve his sexual tension. Many men resent that they have to manually relieve themselves while their wife's womb is full of another man's seed. As his resentment rises it spills over in his attitude towards his wife who in turn responds by emotionally rejecting the seed just deposited in her womb. Thus contributing to a lower...."

Archie and I interrupted in unison, "....lower chance of conception."

Rico smiled, "Dr. Zammit has taught you well. The Maltese are a people with a cultural preoccupation with fertility and childbearing that predates the Greeks."

We all laughed.

"Any way," Rico continued, "Charity is to be Archie's paramour with your permission of course Sophie."

"I'm not sure I understand why Archie needs an intimate. Why can't he fuck me?" I pouted eyeing the hot young oriental girl across the table from me.

"Male physiology I'm afraid," Rico explained further, "The rigid of the penis head is called a corona and it will pull another's man's sperm from a woman's vagina allowing replacement of his own. This process is called sperm competition."

"So to keep my dud sperm from competing with your fertile sperm Charity is to be me cum dump?" ask Archie luridly.

"Archie! Don't be daft." I exclaimed.

"A bit impolite...." Rico hesitated before continuing his unspoken rebuke clear, "that's why we call her a paramour. We have found that the softer language helps the wife give her permission to allow for an intimate. Wife's don't usually condone their husbands engaging in street sex."

"My apologies Charity I meant no disrespect. I'm just shocked that you would let yourself be used in such away," said Archie.

"I have a submissive nature. My pleasure comes from serving others," she said avoiding eye contact with Archie but making it with me. 

"How did you come to be in Malta?" I asked returning her gaze.

"My parents left Hong Kong a year before the Communists took it back. We settled here on Malta. My father manages the Oriental Bank in Valletta and my sister has opened a restaurant in St. Julian."

"And St. Julian is where the villa is located. We ought to get going," offered Rico rising from his seat.

I caught a glimpse of Rico's huge John Thomas outlined in the material of his trousers when he stood up. My breath caught in anxious anticipation of what was to come. 

As I climbed into the backseat on the driver's side Rico took advantage of the situation by putting his hand on my bum and pushing me up into the SUV. While he was "helping" me up he squeezed my buttocks. I couldn't help but let out a slight moan. Charity giggled and Archie smiled nervously.

"Kind of a big car for such a small island," observed Archie from the passenger's side.

"He's not compensating," stated Charity with a knowing smile.

Archie shook his, "So I've heard."

Rico broke in, "We go into the hills to a Megalithic Temple we'll need four-wheel drive to get to it."

I sat in the back seat with Charity who was all smiles. I was conflicted about Charity. On the one hand I liked idea of having a body servant to serve my needs but on the other hand I wasn't crazy about her being intimate with Archie.

It was a short drive to the seafront villa in St. Julian. The villa was built into the side of the hill from cut limestone. The street level housed the bedrooms the kitchen and a dining room as well as a terrace that over looked the sea just off the kitchen.

The lower level had a sitting room with a fireplace, a Roman bath, a massage therapy room and another terrace with the pool. Cut limestone steps led down from that terrace to a strip of sand that served as a private beach for the villa.

Archie and I took our luggage to our assigned bedroom. We quietly unpacked our luggage, each of us lost in our own thoughts about the situation. 

Finally Archie broke the silence, "How are you feeling?"

"Fabulous," my tone betrayed my anxiety. 

"Having second thoughts, Lovey?" He pulled me into a reassuring embrace.

I kissed him and said, "I thought I was prepared for this but now, I'm apprehensive." 

"It's not too late to stop and just leave," he offered. "But, what's the alternative. Go back to England and wait for another donor? Go to Spain?"

"I don't know." I whined.

"Do you want to conceive?" he asked.

"Yes."

He smiled reassuringly, "Then we best stay. They seem to know what they are doing. You've met Rico. He seems to be an alright chap."

I nodded, "Rico is everything I expected, but we haven't meet Luca yet and... Charity... I'm not so sure about."

Archie laughed, "You don't want her to be my intimate."

"I know it's beastly of me. I'm sorry Archie I've been so focused on myself that I entirely forgot about your needs. I guess we will just have to trust the Maltese and their ways of fertility."

He hugged me close and whispered his love into my ear. There was a knock at the door. It was Charity wearing a skimpy pink silk robe with green dragons embroidered on it.

"Come in," offered Archie.

She shook her head negatively. "We are not allowed in your private room. This threshold...," she pointed to the floor space between the door frame, "...we will not cross. You need one place were the two of you can have privacy. One room with no memory of us." 

"How thoughtful."

She nodded, "Please remove all your clothing and join us in the massage room." She turned and strutted down the hall slinging her hips from side to side. The sharp clipping of her high heels on the floor echoed after her.

I was so nervous I got the zipper of my dress jammed. "I've bugger it up," I stomped my foot in frustration.

Archie smiled and spun me around, "Relax, Lovey." He cleared the jammed zipper and my dress fell to the floor. He dropped to his knees and pulled my thong down. Then he kissed one buttock and then bit the other.

"Damn it, Archie." I cried rubbing my backside. "What the fuck?"

He laughed, "Just marking my territory, Lovey." He brought my thong up to his face and inhaled my scent, "Why Lovey, you seem to be quiet randy."

We made our way down stairs wrapped in our robes. Rico and Charity were already in the massage room. It was heated with hot rocks. Charity was pouring water with eucalyptus leaves in it on top of the rocks creating a fragrant steam. She pointed me to the massage table and Archie to the bar in the corner. Rico poured him a tonic water.

I began to sweat as soon as I walked into the room. I shed my robe and gave it to Charity. I heard Rico's intake of breath as my naked body was revealed to him. My breasts were heavy and my nipples were hard. My bald vulva glistened with anticipation. I heard him mutter to Archie, "Like a goddess."

Charity hung up my robe and shed her own. She wore nothing but white panties and high heels. She sashayed to the table with a vial of jasmine oil. She rubbed her hands together to warm them and instructed me to lay on my stomach. 

"I see your man has left his mark," she giggled and then kissed my bruised bottom.

She was well trained in the art of massage. Soon the tension and fear were rubbed from my body replaced by relaxed contentment. I felt her sensuous breasts gliding against the oiled skin of my back adding to the eroticism of the massage.

I rolled over on to my back as instructed. The fragrance of eucalyptus and jasmine danced in the vapor heightening my arousal. My nipples were hard to the point of pain and my snatch was a saturated syrupy cauldron of desire. 

Charity leaned over and gave me a smile. I smiled back and accepted her kiss as she pressed her soft lips to mine. Soon her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth. I heard Archie groan with lust from the corner.

She broke our kiss and massaged my breasts nimbly greasing them with jasmine oil. She sucked on a nipple as she lightly ran her slick fingers across my tummy eliciting a moan of ecstasy from me. She oiled my quivering quim. My clit was completely exposed from its hood seeking a pleasurable touch. She knowingly avoided it and worked on my thighs and calves instead. I was a puddle of indulgence semi-conscious with gratification.

Rico and Archie appeared on each side of me. They slid me down the table until my legs dangled off the end. Both men were hard and I began to stroke them, instinctively, a cock in each hand. 

Archie bent down and kissed me, "I love you Sophie."

I only moaned in response as Charity's tongue slithered into my soaked slit. "Ahhhh."

Her fingers were darting in and out of my hot box. She kept her thumb close to my clit but refused to touch it, instead applying pressure to my vulva near it. It was a tortuous teasing that heightened my desire.

"She is ready." 

Rico looked across the table at Archie. He held Rico in his gaze for a moment then closed his eyes and nodded. Both men moved from my grasp. The room was a murky fog of steam and pleasure. My mind was overloading on the erotic ecstasy of the moment. Rico hovered over me. 

He tried to kiss my lips but I turned my head and he pecked my cheek. His moved lower and a nipple disappeared into his mouth. His hairy face tickling my sensitive tit. He sucked hard and I groaned. He continued to work his way down my body. Kissing my belly and sucking my naval ring. The muscles of my abdomen spasm with satisfaction. Another groan tore from my throat. Then his tongue was dashing in and out of my slippery slit. I pushed his face further into me, grinding myself onto his face.

He stood upright. His hard cock jutting from between his thighs. It was almost twice as big as Archie's. Rico slipped the blunt head between my cunt lips and paused. 

I was panting like a dog, "Give it to me," I begged, "Give it all to me."

Rico pushed a couple of inches of his shaft into me. My labia clung to it preventing its escape. He paused allowing me to adjust to him. He slowly took his time working his cock into me until he was fully seated inside me. His balls rested against my wrinkled arsehole.

"So big...so big," I muttered.

"You're...so...tight," gasped Rico.

Archie leaned down and kissed me his tongue probing for mine. Our tongues wrestled for a moment then he broke our kiss. He asked, "All right?"

"Too right," I moaned.

He sucked on one of nipple and kneaded my breast like bread dough. Soon Charity was sucking and squeezing the other breast. I moaned hoarsely as once again pleasure began to over ride my brain.

Rico began to thrust. He slowly withdrew his cock gliding back out until just the head of his cock was in me. He would pause and I would whimper. He then slid his cock all the way back in until his shaft was completely engulfed in the wet velvety warmth of my pussy.

He teased me that way for a while and then his thrusting became more urgent. My oohhh's and ahhh's echoed off the stone walls in rhythm to the pounding Rico was giving my pussy. Unbelievably I felt his cock get bigger and begin to twitch. With a final thrust he buried himself in me to the hilt. He held me by my hips fully seated. He bottomed out against my cervix and began shooting cum deep into my cunt. I felt spurt after glorious spurt of Rico's seed splatter against my womb.




Tourist Ch. 03



Rico's eyes rolled to the back of his head. He bellowed like the bull he was, "Whoah."

He was still hard after he emptied himself. He smiled slyly at me and pushed his thumb on my exposed clit and commanded, "Now, cum."

Bright lights of yellow, orange and red ripped thru my brain as my orgasm torn thru my body. I arched my back and howled with animal like ferocity. I panted and howled again. The lights began to dim and then went black. I passed out from pleasure overload.

Moments later I awoke feeling empty. Rico had pulled out of me but was still standing between my legs pinching my labia together to keep his cum from seeping out. I smiled weakly at him and replaced his hand with mine. I raised my knees to my breasts to hold Rico's seed in my womb like I had been trained.

Above me hovered Charity. Her face a mask of rapture and pleasure as Archie pounded her pussy from behind. She appeared upside down to me. I realized I was on my back looking up at her. She was bent over at the waist looking down at me. Her small breasts swayed with each thrust Archie gave her. She moaned with each poke.

I smiled at her and raised my head to kiss her. I squeezed her breasts and pulled her hard nipples. Her mouth contorted into a perfect O of pleasure. 

"Fuck her hard Archie," I commanded.

Charity's hand disappeared between her legs as she diddled her clit. Archie gave a final push and filled her cunt with his spunk. He slapped her ass hard in appreciation. The smacking sound echoed off the stone walls and sent her over the edge. She climaxed whimpering inarticulately.

We all went to our rooms. Archie showered and I lay on my back with my knees propped up in the big bed while a Mediterranean breeze whispered a lullaby thru the open window. I was knackered and was soon fast asleep. I dreamed I was seating in a rocking chair holding a baby and rocking him to sleep.

Charity awaken us just before supper. Archie had lain next to me when he had finished his shower. I was so tired I hadn't even realized he had gotten into bed with me. We rose and dressed for supper. 

"Are you angry with me, Lovey?" Archie asked as he hopped into a pair of shorts.

"Angry ...no, why?"

"For shagging Charity."

"No. I understand why they say you need a paramour. I'm not a bit jealous."

Archie raised an eyebrow, "Not even a little?"

I caught the disappointment in his voice, "Darling, I know you love me. You have put your ego thru a lot. I know this whole fertility process hasn't been easy on you. Charity might be a great piece of arse but you'll never leave me for her. So why be jealous. What about you?"

"I must say I am a tad envious of Rico's John Thomas. The man's is literally hung like a horse."

We both laughed.

"No, I'm not jealous. He's your sperm donor and nothing more."

We kissed and embraced warmly before heading out to the terrace. A young good looking Maltese greeted us with an outstretched hand. "I am Luca."

Luca handed us each a glass of red wine while we waited for supper to finish. He asked, "How was your nap?"

"Fine," I felt awkward in his presence. "Where is Rico?"

"He won't be joining us this evening. I hope you will enjoy my company as much as you did his," Luca smiled broadly.

His white teeth seemed even lighter against his dark Mediterranean skin. He was in his late twenties and looked athletic dressed in a white shirt and kakis. His black curly hair was shoulder length and gave him a wild look.

"The view is quite lovely," offered Luca gesturing to the horizon with his glass. The wine sloshed to and fro from his sweeping movement. A colorful Maltese fishing boat returning to port served to emphasize his point. 

Charity brought out plates of Stuffat tal-Fenek, a Maltese dish of rabbit stew cooked in a red wine sauce. We ate our supper relaxing beneath the setting Mediterranean sun. We took our time eating and making small talk. Luca and Archie engaged in an animated discussion of the pros and cons of adding additional teams to the Europa League.

Shaking her head and smiling Charity said, "I've never been a soccer fan."

"I'm a Chelsea Blues fans" I said with English pride.

We finished our meal and headed down stairs to the Roman bath. The Maltese had been using mineral baths centuries before the Romans arrived but it was the Romans who made it a public event. We stripped our robes and stepped gingerly into the soothing steamy mineral water. 

"Does this help with fertility?" I asked wading into the steamy water.

He smiled and explained, "Mineral baths benefit the endocrine system, simply by allowing the body to fully relax. Relaxation is very important to conception." 

Charity waded towards me and beckoned me to join her in the middle of the pool. The two men remained at opposite ends of pool of water and watched as we drew near. 

"You are very beautiful and sexy," whispered Charity as she pulled me into an embrace and kissed me.

Our tongues darted in one another's mouth searching out the other's tongue. Once found they wrestled. She broke our kissed and nuzzled my neck my nipples hardened in response. She giggled and gleefully pinched them. 

"Humph," I moaned.

She took my hand and led me to the stone steps of the Roman bath. She sat on the top step and spread her legs. I moved between them and we entwined in a passionate kiss. I squeezed her breasts as she fondled mine. It was incredible.

I broke our kiss and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth and playfully bit it. "Ouch," she hollered in mock protest. Laughing I kissed my way down her tummy until I was lapping at her splayed cunt. Her fragrance was heady and intoxicating. 

Luca appeared behind me he asked if I was ready for him. I placed my palms flat against the stones on either side of Charity's hips and nodded. Luca entered my soaking slit with a single long thrust.

"Ahhh...so big...so hard," I whimpered as he began to thrust heartily into my cunt from the rear. Luca grabbed my hips and machine gunned his massive cock in and out of me. It was delightfully dizzying.

I looked up from between Charity's legs and watched as Archie towered over her. Her eyes were glassy as he fed her his engorged manhood. She took him down her throat to his balls. He rose up slightly and then settled back down. He was literally fucking her face.

The erotic sight must have enflamed Luca because his thrusting sped up. I could feel his big cock twitch. He buried his cock into me until he bottomed out against my cervix and doused it with a massive amount of cum. I could feel his cock pulse with each spurt.

Archie pulled his cock from Charity's face and spewed cum all over it. She closed her eyes to receive it. He filled an eye socket with his goo.

Charity looked at me with her cum covered oriental face and smiled. A drop of Archie's cum fell to her breast and hit a nipple. It clung there just a moment then dropped from her tit to her thigh.

Luca was still buried in me and I diddled my clit like a woman possessed. The erotic sight of Archie's jizz dripping off of Charity face and breasts sent me over the top. I moaned into her cavernous cunt as bolt after luscious bolt of ecstasy shot thru me. 

Archie brought Charity a towel. She wiped her face as I rested my own in her lap. Luca pulled out of me. He smiled and leaned against the side of the pool. The water soothing his spent body.

I sat next to Charity on the step and caught my breath. The warm stones caressed my bare bottom. I rested my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around mine. She kissed me. I caught the familiar taste of Archie's cum on her lips.

She pushed me back and I lay resting on my elbows. She splashed back into the bath and opened my legs. She smiled at me as she saw the evidence of Luca's lust and she said, "He cummed a lot."

I nodded and noticed that Archie was aroused again. Charity pinched my labia closed to keep Luca's sperm from escaping my cunt. She began to dart her tongue at the cleft of my vulva trying to coax my clit from its hooded hiding place.

Moaning with pleasure I turned to Archie and said, "Why don't you fuck her again Archie."

He didn't hesitate and waded back into the pool behind Charity. She didn't even look up as Archie plunged his pecker into her. She just groaned into my gash. I pushed her face into my crotch encouraging her to continue.

Archie was pounding Charity's tight little pussy like there was no tomorrow. His hands firmly holding her hips as he piston his cock in and out of her cunt. I had to admit I enjoyed the naughty erotism of watching my husband fuck another woman. I guess Dr. Zammit was right; it isn't cheating if your mate watches.

Charity gently bit my clit and everything exploded in an array of ecstasy. Blue lights shimmered thru my mind. I tilted my head back and screamed. My cries reverberated back from the stone walls of the Roman bath.

My orgasm was more than Archie could bear. He slammed his cock into Charity. He growled with climatic release. His arse muscles flexed as cum spasm from his cock.

Charity lay against my belly spent and used. I ran my fingers thru her black hair. "Thanks," I whispered to her.



Tourist Ch. 04



Archie and I ate alone on the terrace in our swimming costumes watching the sunrise from the Mediterranean Sea. He looked at me with smiling eyes, "You're absolutely glowing, Lovey."

"I'm not surprised my hormones are simply running rampant," I laughed in return.

He chuckled, "Has nothing to do with getting fucked silly by Luca and Rico, then?"

"Perhaps, a tad." I admitted as the gusset of my bikini dampened. I squeezed my thighs together in an effort to stem the tide of excitement. 

We ate Balbuljata, a Maltese scrambled egg dish that included tomatoes, onions, fresh herbs, and corned beef with grated cheese. It was served with toast. Both coffee and tea were made available along with freshly squeezed orange juice. As we finished eating Charity Wu fetched our empty plates and took them to the kitchen. 

We followed Charity down the cut-stone staircase that led to the strip of sand that served as private beach for the villa. She was wearing a yellow bikini Archie watched her wiggling buttocks and unconsciously licked his lips with lust. Luca and Rico were waiting there by a traditional Maltese fishing boat called a luzzu.

It was painted yellow and green with a midline strip of red. In the bow was painted a pair eyes. Luca said the eyes it were a Maltese custom that dated back to the time of the Phoenicians. They were referred to as the Eyes of Osiris. The boat had an outboard motor attached to its square transom. 

Rico lifted Charity over the high sideboard of the boat and Luca lifted me. Archie helped them push the bulky boat off the beach and into the water. Once the luzzu was afloat they climbed in boat. Rico's and Luca's big cocks were outlined in their wet speedos. I licked my lips with lustful anticipation. Luca started the outboard motor. Soon we were cruising down the coast. Archie noticed my gaze and smiled at me. He patted Charity on the fanny as she stumbled by and took a seat next to me. She slyly smiled back at Archie.

"Where are we going?" asked Archie.

"Calypso's Cave," answered Charity, her oriental eyes sparkling with mischief.

I asked mystified, "Calypso from mythology? I didn't know she had a cave."

Luca smiled and explained, "According to Homer when Ulysses was shipwrecked on Ogygia, Calypso entertained Ulysses in a cave with passionate sexual favors. She prevailed upon him to remain with her for seven years."

A wave slapped against the luzza with enough force to throw it off course and send water over the colorful bow. Luca turned his attention back to navigating the boat. 

Charity picked up the story, "Ulysses eventually longed to return to his wife and home even Calypso's promise of eternal youth failed to persuade him to stay. When Ulysses set sail for home Calypso died from a broken heart."

"I thought Ogygia was a mythical island," said Archie.

Rico joined the conversation, "In the 4th century a Greek named Euhemerus, identified Ogygia as the island Maltese island of Gozo, our current destination." 

A couple of sea turtles were sparring on the surface. We watched their combat as we motored by a short distance away. They were males fighting over a female. Soon the winner mounted the willing female. The loser attacked the mounted winner while he was attempting to copulate. He slid off the female and limped away a chuck of flesh missing from his backside. The loser mounted the female and bred her.

We all laughed when Luca pointed to the spectacle and said, "A practical example of why a paramour is necessary."

Soon a narrow natural arch appeared in the limestone cliffs that lined the sea coast of Gozo. An inland lagoon called Qawra was on the other side of the arch. Luca headed the luzza into the gap in the cliff. The sun disappeared as the boat momentarily passed thru the limestone arch.

My nipples hardened in the sudden change of atmosphere. The sunless air created a thermal bubble of colder air in the cavern. Charity's nipples were hard too and she tweaked them to enhance her pleasure. She smiled boldly at Archie as she indulged her baser nature. He smiled back at her encouragingly.

The sun broke thru on the lagoon side its warmth welcomed us to Gozo. The bottom of the lagoon was fairly shallow. Pebbles and rocks lined the bottom of the lagoon plainly visible in the clear water. The beach was wide and the sand was a golden-reddish color. I spotted a cave on the western side of the beach and pointed it out to Archie as Luca beached the boat.

We jumped over the side and headed uphill toward the cave along a well worn path. We entered the cave. It wasn't big, ten feet deep with a high ceiling twelve feet above the sandy floor. Outside light filtered in the wide mouth of the cave so there was no need for a torch.

Charity stopped in the middle of the cave and pulled her tunic off revealing her small but firm tits. She untied my oxford shirt and let it fall. Then she undid my bikini top and pulled it from my boobs. She kissed me while pulling on a nipple. She said, "You have great breasts, your baby will suckle well."

I returned her passion by darting my tongue into her receptive mouth. I pinched her nipples hard and she squealed with delight. The strings of my bikini bottoms were untied and pulled from my body. Charity's fingers were throttling in and out of my gushing gash as she prepared me to receive the men.

She dropped to her knees in the soft sand and instructed me to keep my hands on her shoulders and bend at the waist. She squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples as I followed her instructions.

My bum was fully exposed and vulnerable. The men stood back a moment to admire my wares. Archie approached and silently tapped the bruise he had left yesterday when he had sucked a hickey on my arse to remind me that it belonged to him. He then kissed my bottom and slipped a finger into me, "Heavenly, simply heavenly."

Luca explained that this was a Maltese fertility site. According to legend Calypso bore Ulysses two sons and they had been conceived in this cave. He pulled off his shirt and approached my upturned bum ready to plant his seed in my prepared pussy.

I gasped as he penetrated my pussy with his nine inch cock. Charity watched as my eyes widen as Luca filled my cunt with his hard cock. She kissed me while Luca paused to allow me to adjust to his girth.

"So big...so hard...so big," I babbled.

Luca began to pound my pussy. It seemed like a wild sex dream. Charity on her knees supporting me as my Maltese sperm donor pounded his pud into my tight wet twat. Rico, my other donor waited his turn and the copulation witnessed by husband a few feet away.

My eyes rolled with pleasure. Luca's hands clutched my hips as his cock hammered my cunt. Amazingly, Charity pulled my nipples with just the right amount of pressure to provide pleasure and avoid pain. She was definitely a skilled Odalisque.

Luca buried himself into me and shot his load deep into my depths. I could feel it slap against my cervix with each twitch of his tonker.

I kissed Archie as I straighten up. He returned my kiss probing my mouth with his tongue. Both Archie and Luca help me stand-up. Then they lifted me up in a fireman's cradle. Their arms locked hand to elbow. I held on to their shoulders with my hands. The fear of falling added to my excitement. Charity supported my head and shoulders. 

She kissed me deeply and then asked, "Are you ready for Rico?"

I nodded and watched as Rico followed his extended cock between my parted thighs. I looked into Archie's eyes. I wanted see his reaction to Rico's penetration. He watched intently as Rico's blunt cock head punched into my saturated slit. A half-grin betrayed noting of his emotions.

Rico's groan and my moan echoed off the limestone walls of the cave. He easily went balls deep into me. Luca's already deposited sperm provided plenty of lubrication for the length of Rico's massive cock. He paused as his bloated balls contacted my puckered butthole.

"Rico...big...hard," I studdered.

Charity's hands went to work squeezing my breasts and teasing my nipples. Rico began to slow dick me withdrawing his cock ever so slowing until just the head was at my cunt entrance. The length of his John Thomas wet with my juices and white from Luca's sperm. He slid it back into me to the hilt just as slowly. 

"How's that Sophie?" Rico asked with a grin. "Do you like it?"

"Faster...fuck ... faster," I begged.

Archie and Luca were holding me at such an angle that when Rico slid all the way into the clutches of my cunt he would tap my clit which had extended from its protective hood. Each tap brought a gurgled gasp from deep within me.

Rico picked up his pace and began to passionately pound my pussy with a fury. His hands were on my hips to draw me onto his glorious cock. Each thrust brought a tap on my clit which sent an electric shock into the pleasure center of my being. Charity began pinching my nipples in sync with Rico's clit taps. My eyes rolled and my breath became ragged.

Suddenly Rico buried himself and bayed as his balls contracted sending spurts of swimming sperm into my womb. I could feel my cervix being bathed in his cum. He was pressing hard against my clit as he emptied himself. Charity clammed down on my nipples and pulled them hard. The pain pushed into pleasure. I screamed out in climatic release. My screams and shrieks echoed throughout the cave.

Even after I recovered from my senses I had to be carried back to the boat. I rested my head on Luca's strong shoulders as he carried me down the hill. He handed me up to Archie and Rico who lay me on a pallet in the bottom of the luzza. I lay in the bottom of the boat sunbathing topless with my head resting on Charity's thigh.

"Are you alright?" asked Archie after bit.

"Just a touch of pleasure overload, Darling," I replied with a joyful smile. 

I looked up at Archie and he was grinning at me his shorts tented with his own erection. I had found it incredibly exciting and naughty to watch him watch me getting fucked. Charity stroked my hair I reached for her and brought her down for a passionate kiss. I said to her, "Fuck, Archie."

I sat up so Charity could service him. He savagely spun her around and she grabbed the sideboard of the boat. Archie slapped her ass hard twice. The sound of the smack sounded like the crack of a cricket bat. 

"Not so rough," I cautioned Archie.

He just glared at me like a dog would when you tried to snatch a bone from it. He untied Charity's bikini and her naked bottom was red from Archie's slap. She spread her legs and looked submissively out to sea.

Archie roughly poked a finger into Charity's tight twat. He said, "She's a saturated tichy, she is."

He kissed each red bum cheek while pistoning his finger in and out of Charity's cunt. He worked his thumb up her butt hole and she began to babble while she diddled her clit. 

"Your cock...your cock," begged Charity.

I reached up and tugged at her nipples as Archie penetrated her pussy with his pecker. He immediately began to pound into her as she diddled her clit. She screeched out an orgasm. I could tell her cunt was contracting around Archie's cock. He buried himself into her and pulled hard on her hair. This forced her to arch her back and he was able to get another inch of cock into her. She climaxed again and Archie pumped his cum deep into her.

He pulled out of her just as we entered another small lagoon full of anchored fishing boats. We beached the boat and gathered our things and head up to town. 

We grabbed a quick bite of lunch at an outdoor café. We all ordered kusksu, a soup whose ingredients are a small pasta beads which give it a particular texture, and fresh broad beans, cooked with onions and tomato paste.

During lunch Luca explained the Knights Hospitallers had founded the town in 1560's to guard a fungus they had discovered growing on the flat top of small islet 50 meters off shore, called Fungus Rock. He pointed to the island visible down the hill from the town.

"The Grand Master Pinto decreed the Rock off limits and trespasser risked a three year sentence as an oarsman on the Knight's galleys. He even ordered that the sides of the Rock be smoothed to remove handholds. This town was founded to house the Rock's guard."

"What's so special about the Rock that it required a guard to keep blokes away?" asked Archie.

Luca explained, "The Knights Hospitaller discovered what they thought was a fungus with medicinal properties. They used it to treat dysentery."

"Nonsense," I put-in.

"Actually it's a rare tuber not a fungus and an Italian pharmacologist has studied it and has proven it is a good styptic dressing for open wounds. He has a patent to reproduce it synthetically."

"Why's that?" asked Archie.

Rico joined the conversation and answered, "Fungus Rock is the only place the tuber grows on the planet. If it were harvested it would become extinct. Anyway the Italian pays a percentage to the Maltese government for allowing him samples to experiment."

"It is similar to a Chinese herb my people use to nourish the blood and unlock the yin," offered Charity Wu her eyes gleaming with ethnic pride.

"What's the yin?" I asked.

Charity smiled, "You are the Yin and Archie is the Yang. Yin is femininity and Yang is masculinity."

"And unlocking the yin, means what?" 

"Just a poetic way of saying it is used for female fertility."

After lunch we walked out to Fungus Rock. A precarious cable ran from the mainland out to the Rock. Rico opened the lift and motioned me to enter it. I hesitated wondering about its safety so Luca grabbed me by the hand and guided me into the basket. He and Rico joined me. Charity handed Luca a blanket and pushed a button at the control panel attached to a post.

With a jerk the basket lifted off and we were airborne above the island. My stomach dropped and I dug my fingernails into the arms of each of my donors. They exchanged knowing glances. My nipples were hard from fear and tented the Oxford cover-up. I held my breath as I watched the waves churn below us between the islet and the mainland. The sound of crashing waves and turbulent water was deafening.

We arrived safely on the Rock. Rico opened the lift door and stepped out on to solid ground. He held out his hand like the gentleman he was and helped me out. I paused long enough to stick my fingers up the leg holes of my bikini along my buttocks and with a straight finger lift the material from my arse crack in the most lady-like manner I could. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at Luca who was still in the basket watching the show.

"You have a great arse, Sophie, you should have left it. I like to see it ride up your crack," he teased.

I swatted at him and chided, "Naughty boy." I shaded my eyes and looked to the mainland. "What about Archie and Charity?"

"They won't be joining us," said Rico wrapping his arm around my waist and guiding me down a worn path. His hand traversed down my back and rested on a bum cheek as we walked away from the basket. He added, "Charity will see that Archie is fully occupied while we fuck you."

Once we were out of sight of the mainland Luca laid the blanket on the ground in a patch of fungus. He asked me, "Can you smell the aroma of the fungus?"

I sniffed the air and nodded my head, "Smells just like pussy."

"Exactly," laughed Luca. Rico and I joined him in laughter.

Luca continued, "The pheromones that the tuber excretes causes heighten arousal in males and females. The tubers increase our olfaction." 

"Now what?" I asked.

"Now we will fuck you," said Rico.

While I unbuttoned my Oxford cover-up Rico untied one side of my bikini bottom and Luca the other. I stood between them naked except for my unbuttoned shirt. Rico caressed the breast on his side and Luca the one on his. 

"Such beautiful breasts," Rico said before sucking a nipple into his mouth.

I caught my breath as my belly began to warm. I puffed, "Oh my."

Luca snuck a finger into my warm watering hole. He whispered in my ear as he began fingering me with urgency, "Your pussy is such a delight, Sophie. I really like fucking you."

I was getting lighted head from all the attention so I pushed them away. They looked at me and then at each other in confusion. Before either could speak I dropped to my knees on the blanket in front of them. I undid their shorts and slid them down their legs. Each man stepped out of their shorts and stripped off their shirts.

They stood before me like Mediterranean gods. The gray highlights gave Rico an air of experienced virility and Luca's youthful good looks reinforced his vigorous enthusiasm. They were both hard and their nine inch cocks bobbled as the moved in front of me.

I took Luca's in my hand and smiled at it. The head was bent somewhat like a crowbar. I lick the length of his shaft and he moaned with delight. Rico's monster cock nodded into view and I sucked its head in my mouth while stroking its length. He too growled his gratification. Soon I was bobbing up and down on each of their cocks in tandem.

Each man tantalizingly tugged at the nipple of their chosen breast. Suddenly Rico stopped my ministrations, "Enough." 

I looked up at his face searching his eyes. He returned my gaze with Latin intensity he was ready to copulate.

"How?" I asked.

"Get on your hands knees," ordered Luca.

I complied pointing my bum in the air. Luca stuck a finger into my simmering snatch. He withdrew it and I felt his massive cock replace it. I was sopping so he eased his whole length into me.

Soon he was pistoning his proud pecker in and out of me at breakneck speed. I knew at this pace he wouldn't last long. My head rolled from side to side as he pummeled my pussy. His hands on my hips working me along his cock.

Rico encouraged me to dawdle my clit. "But don't cum before Luca," he cautioned.

"Yes...yes..yes," I stammered like the fuck slut I had become. 

I didn't have to wait long before Luca rammed his length into me spraying my wanting womb with his cum. I held perfectly still like a mounted mare as he emptied himself into me. It felt so natural. 

Before Luca could pull out of me I contracted my cunt around his magnificent cock with my own climax. I beat the blanket with my fist and slobbered like an animal. My body was racked with orgasmic recompense. I hung my head between my arms and gasped for breath.

Luca softened and pulled out of me. Rico grunted as he pushed his cock into my cunt. He immediately went into maximum overdrive thrusting like a machine. I kept my rear elevated and reached between my legs and squeezed Rico's swaying balls. 

"That's good," he encouraged and increased his speed.

"Fu...ck..fuck..fu..ck...m-m-mme," was all I could splutter.

Rico did as I asked. He hammered away into my pussy. Suddenly he pulled me up by my hair forcing my back to arch and receive another inch of his unparalleled penis. I yowled a protest and he howled his climax. Jets of cum rocketed from his shuddering cock toward my fertile womb.

Rico slipped out of me. I rolled over onto my back. My knees felt sore and I drew them up towards my tits. Luca had dressed and he sat on the blanket next to me. He pulled my head into his lap and said, "Make yourself cum."

I nodded my understanding and began to manipulate my clit. He helped me by gently pinching my nipples. I ah'ed and oh'ed and stuck a finger into my cum filled cunt. It was like sticking me finger into a tin of warm wet whipped cream. I was overwhelmed by sensory overload soon my cunt contacted in climax. I could swear I could hear my cunt sucking the sperm into my womb. I whimpered in gratification and tears of joy rolled down my cheek.

Rico and Luca allowed me to recover and the helped me get back into my bikini. Luca rolled up the blanket and we headed back to cable basket. We loaded up and headed back to the mainland. I looked around for Charity and Archie, they were nowhere to be seen. 




Tourist Ch. 04



Luca spotted movement just around a bend from the cable basket when we reached the mainland. We walked towards the movement and soon the sounds of ecstasy and wet smacking skin rose from the ground.

Archie was laying on his back and Charity Wu was riding him in what the Yanks called a reverse cowgirl position. She was moving like she was a jockey at the Grand National. She squeezed her own tit and roughly pull her nipple like it was a part of a pinball machine. Archie was slapping her ass in a slow steady rhythm screaming obscenities at her. "Fuck me, cunt. You dirty slag."

He grabbed her waist stopped her movement he hissed his orgasm. I could tell she was contracting her cunt around his cock. Her hand busily worked her clit until she joined him in orgasmic bliss. She lifted her oriental face to the sky and drenched Archie with her own ejaculate. Stunned he shouted, "Blimey."

We waited for them to dress and join us. We walked back to the boat Charity and I on unsteady legs. "Your man can fuck," she whispered to me, "He cum three times. Good thing he's sterile."

Archie helped me into the boat and we sat in the bow. The others gave us our space as we sailed back to the villa. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I rested my head on his shoulder. 

"You okay, Lovey?" he asked.

"Just sore. How about you?"

"I'm fine."

"Charity says you fuck good."

He chuckled, "She's about shagged me silly that's for sure."

"Are we alright?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

I watched a flying fish launch itself over our heads and land in the water on the other side of the luzza. "Blimey" offered Archie surprised.

Unimpressed I said, "I've been fucked how many times by Luca and Rico. You've fucked the Chinese handmaiden until she walks like a cowboy from one of your American flickers. Do you still love me?"

"Sure. I love you. We came to Malta to conceive in a natural way and as Dr. Zammit said, nothing is more natural for conception than intercourse between a man and a woman. Don't you still love me?"

I kissed him on the mouth and whispered, "I love you more than I ever have."

He squeezed me tight and we just enjoyed the sea voyage. I watched as Charity moved from one side of the boat to the other. Her bikini bottom had ridden up her arse and her bum cheeks were peeking out. They were red and one globe even had the outline of Archie's handprint on it. 

I asked Archie, "Why are you so rough with Charity?"

He gave me a blank look and said, "I really don't know. Something gets into me when I see Luca or Rico fucking you. It brings out an almost animal response in me. I want to fuck her hard and fast...maybe to reassert me manhood."

"Like the sea turtles?" I asked.

Archie nodded, "I guess...she doesn't seem to mind...she says she likes it rough and has even encouraged me to be rough."

We kissed to reassure each other.

"How about you, are you okay?" Archie asked.

"Yes. My mind is almost as numb as my body. I've never had so many orgasms. Can you overdose on pleasure?" I asked.



Tourist Ch. 05



When we arrived back at the villa Luca asked Archie if he would like to learn a new game.

"What kind of game?" asked Archie responding to the challenge.

Luca laugh good naturedly, "Rico and I need a third for boċċi...the Maltese version of the Italian game bocce. Similar to English bowls. Have you ever played bowls?"

"Yes, but it's been a bleedin' while back."

Rico slapped Archie on the shoulder, "You'll do."

After quick showers the men walked straight away to the St. Julian Bocci Club to lob a few boules. They reminded me of strutting peacocks that flared their feathers to get a female's attention. I giggled as I realized I was the female they were strutting over. I felt desired and wanton.

Charity Wu took me down to soak my weary body in the Roman bath. The steamy mineral water soothed my aching muscles. My lower tummy was sore from all the orgasms I had experienced the past couple of days. 

I watched Charity slip from her robe and wade into the warm water with me. Her buttocks and breasts bore numerous welts and bruises evidence of Archie's attention. "I' sorry he's been so rough on you."

Charity's oriental face lit up in a broad smile, "I've been the paramour for rougher men. Archie is very much in love with you Sophie. He is rough because he needs to reassert his manhood."

I caressed her small firm breast. Her nipples harden in response. "Still...he shouldn't be so brutal." 

She shook her head negatively, "I enjoy the forcible passion of a man it creates intense intercourse and makes me feel desired and wanted."

Charity caressed my bigger breasts in return. "Your boobs are huge," she squeezed them like they were ripe fruit, "You must be ovulating, today."

"According to my calendar I am," I giggled.

"That is fortunate, today will be extra special." She kissed me and our tongues entwined. "I will need to prepare you for your final night on Malta. Tonight you will go to a Megalithic Temple and participate in the ancient fertility rite."

"Fertility rite?"

"Come let me massage you," said Charity taking me by the hand and leading me to the massage table in the next room. Charity poured eucalyptus water onto the hot rocks and a fragrant therapeutic steam filled the small room.

She worked and rubbed my muscles until the tension left my body and mind. I had settled down into the pliable state that Charity needed to prepare me for the coming copulation. I was half asleep when she urged me to roll over onto my back. I felt my nipple disappear into her warm wet mouth. I murmured, "Awah," 

Charity smiled down at me and gingerly rubbed me down with rose oil an essential oil used to stimulate blood flow to my pelvic area which could only contribute to conception. She worked her magic down my torso until she every inch of my body was well oiled.

I felt a greased finger slip into my slobbering slit. I moaned and open my legs wider and was rewarded with the penetration of yet another digit. Charity lightly kissed my vulva and then darted her tongue tantalizingly across my clit.

She slowly tortured my twat with a deliberate in and out action of her digits. She pressed her thumb into my vulva avoiding my clit yet maintaining a pleasurable pressure next to it. Every pleasure sensor in my body was in a heighten state of anticipation.

"Please...please...make me cum," I begged.

Charity whispered, "Are you ready, Sophie? Are you ready to receive the seed of many?"

"Please..." I whimpered as Charity pushed her thumb forcefully into my vulva just shy of my clit. Tears of frustration rolled down my cheek.

"Tonight many will dispatch their life force into your essence. Are you ready to collect it?"

"Yes...yes...please...please." I sobbed.

Charity pressed her thumb directly onto my exposed clit and said, "I release you."

My body exploded with emancipated joy as my orgasm ripped through me. I emitted animal like growls and howls that echoed off the limestone wall. The core of my brain melted into white then blue finally fading to black.

I was awakened just before supper. I felt rested and refreshed. I smiled broadly as I recalled my dreams of cribs and baby bottles. Archie kissed me and I stretched out my relaxed muscles.

We went down to the terrace to eat. We ate alone as the sun was setting into the Mediterranean. The others knowing we needed our space to reassure each other and prepare ourselves for the coming fertility rite.

Supper consisted of a traditional Maltese dish which of course had aphrodisiac qualities to suit the Maltese obsession with fertility. We were served braised octopus with onions, tomato paste, olives, walnuts and raisins slowly simmered in red wine. It was quite good.

"Are you ready for this evening, Lovey?"

I chewed thoughtfully on a piece of walnut before answering, "Charity says I am. I wish my mind was as relaxed as my body."

"Rico explained my part," Archie frowned, "It will not be easy for me but stiff upper lip and all that rubbish."

"I bet your lip won't be the only thing stiff," I snorted, "but Charity will take care of that."

Archie shook his head, "Not tonight. She is to act solely as your odalisque. She will not be my paramour. Believe me you're going to need her too."

"What do you mean?"

"It will be explained when we get to the temple." He gulped the remnants of his wine and said, "We need to get you dressed."

Archie changed into a knee length cotton tunic and a pair of white cotton pajama pants with sandals. He ordered me to strip and his tone made it clear that it was a command and not a request. I compiled without a word. I even lowered my eyes submissively. 

"You are so blooming beautiful," said Archie hoarsely before he kissed me. His tongue forcibly searching out mine. He broke our kiss and I gasped for air. 

He knelt before me with a pair of gladiator sandals. They were lovely shoes with four inch heels and a one inch platform. I could feel my posture shifting as I stepped into them. They naturally forced my bosom and bottom to stick out as if seeking lustful attention. Archie bound the leather straps up my leg to mid-calf. 

While he was on his knees Archie kissed my vulva. Immediately my slit moistened. I gasped and instinctively opened my stance to allow him better access to my nethers. He gently bit and pulled on my lacquered labium. I hissed with enchantment. 

A sudden pinch made me sequel. I took a startled glance between my legs. Before my clitoris could peek out from its safe haven Archie had fastened a blue pearl Lotus-clip to the hood of my clit.

He rose to his feet and pulled me into a passionate embrace. His erection pressing against my adorned clit. His kiss was an assault on my mouth. His tongue going over the top of his bottom teeth and into the trench between my opened lips. I could taste my own nectar on his lips. My belly warmed with impish delight.

Archie heatedly kneaded my breast like it was bread dough. He worked my yearning into a dizzying height. He sucked on my nipples alternating between the two until they were marble hard. From somewhere Archie produced a pair of clover nipple clamps. He lovingly applied them to my erect nipples close to the areoles. He gave a slight tug on the chain that dangled between the clamps and the pressure on my nipples increased.

"Archie," I gasped in pleasurable pain as I lifted a hand to comfort my breast.

"Don't touch it," barked Archie tugging the chain again.

The pressure made my eyes widen and I dropped my hand to my side. The sharp pain soon dulled to a tolerable throb. A tear trickled down my cheek. Archie caught it with his thumb and wiped it away. "Buck-up ole mum."

"Why? Archie why?" I whimpered. "Why are you being so mean?"

He kissed me and then whispered in my ear, "I love Sophie. Trust me, just trust me."

I nodded. Archie finished dressing me. He slipped a thin translucent white tunic over my head. It barely covered my ass. He offered me no panties. The hardware on my nipples and clit were clearly visible thru the flimsy matter.

"Like a Greek goddess," whispered Archie kissing my forehead.

He took me downstairs to the waiting SUV. He opened the back door for me. I slid in next to Charity. She was wearing a traditional Chinese devout white Hanfu dress. It accentuated her natural curves. Archie followed me into the backseat scooting next to me. I recognized the driver as a Maltese named Matteo. I remembered him from Dr. Zammit's donor list. He drove us inland through the countryside to one of the Megalithic Temples of Malta.

"You look divine," I said to Charity.

Her oriental face beamed, "It is my Jifu...my ceremonial dress."

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Please no talking until we arrive at the temple," she replied. "Clear your mind, focus on your body. Take pleasure in the moment. Spread your legs Sophie."

I obeyed and opened my legs. Charity produced a bottle of olive oil she dabbed her fingers into it. When they suitably sauntered she inserted them into my simmering snatch. I moaned gleefully. She manipulated them back and forth a couple of times and then withdrew them. I groaned discontented. She again dabbed her fingers with olive oil and reinserted them into me.

As she greased my gash she said, "Olive oil is a sacred substance used for healing and strength and to consecrate. Your cunt needs it for all three reasons."

While Charity was smearing my snatch Archie pulled the top of my frock down to my waist. He licked my shackled nipples the cool night air intensified their hardness to the point of delirium. My senses rode a corkscrew rollercoaster of pain and pleasure.

By the time we arrived at the Megalithic Temple I was chattering gibberish. Charity finally withdrew her fingers from my twat satisfied that it was suitably lubricated for the fertility rite. Archie carefully replaced my top before helping me from the vehicle.

I walked into the stone temple on shaky legs with Archie's assistance. Malta has several prehistoric fertility temples, this one was called Tirix, which is Maltese for stone. It reminded me of Stonehenge back in England. I was led through the stone archway into an oval forecourt. My body trembled with nervous excitement and anticipation.

Charity stood before me and softly said, "Sophie, if you do not wish to continue we can get in the car and leave now. Do you wish to continue?"

I nodded positively and she kissed me on the lips hard and long. I returned her kiss by probing her mouth with my tongue. She broke our kiss and moved behind me.

Archie stood in front of me and softly said, "Lovey, we can stop now... get back in the car and...leave. Do you wish to continue?"

Again I shook my head positively. Archie kissed me fiercely sucking the breath from me. He broke our kiss and savagely ripped the frail tunic from my body. I gasped in shock at his sudden onslaught. The cool night air attacked my flesh and goose bumps rose in its defense. 

Archie grabbed the chain that dangled between my nipple claps and led me naked through a trilithon passage way. Once again my breath escaped me as the nipple clamps tightened forcing me to follow on uncertain legs. I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. My belly warmed with fear and expectancy. The clicked-clack of the wooden soles of my sandals echoed off the stone walls. Soon we came to a D-shaped chamber, referred to as apses under the open starry sky. Charity said that the apses represented the womb of the earth. Flames from burning orange tree wood danced shadows on the upright stones from fire pits around the perimeter. Its smoke a fruity bouquet acted as an aphrodisiac of sympatric magic. My eyes blinked and my nostrils flared.

In the center of the chamber was a stone altar. Around the altar stood six men, three on each side of it. I knew Rico and Luca. The rest I recognized as men from Dr. Zammit's donor profiles, like Matteo. All six men were dressed in a Greek style Doric- chiton with gladiator sandals. They looked like actors in an old Hercules flicker. 

They looked at me with lustful yearning. My already well lubricated snatch began to slobber that much more. I could feel my drool seeping on to my thighs as I walked behind Archie my hips swaying seductively. 

As Archie led me to the altar by my shackled nipples it was almost dream like for me. My senses became overloaded and confused by the sights, smells and sounds around me. I felt as if I was passing through the 4th Dimension. 

Our procession stopped in front of the altar. From behind me Charity spoke in a sing-song chant: "Archie and Sophie you have entered the womb of the earth in the hope of conception?"

We both answered yes. 

She continued, "Archie do you admit before those assembled that you have been found wanting and now you surrender your claim to Sophie in order to procreate?"

Archie tearfully choked, "Yes."

Next Charity turned her attention to me, "Sophie do you come of your own free will asking these mortals to instill their life-force into your essence for the purpose of procreation?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Archie relinquish your claim to Sophie."

He stood before me teary-eyed but resolute. He kissed me and then released the nipple clamps. "Don't cum," he ordered. I moaned with relief and clutched at his arm. I nodded reluctantly.

He helped me stand on a wooden stool sat before the altar. He kissed my protracted bottom and then turned me around. He told me to sit. I complied and felt the cool stone caress my warm bottom. 

Archie spread my knees with his hands like a swimmer doing the breast stroke. He unclasped the Lotus-clip on the hood of my clitoris. Again he warned me not to cum as my breath came in torn rants of relief. Archie moved around the altar until he was at the head of it.

Charity spoke again to me, "Sophie having come into this place with the sole purpose of conception, surrender yourself to this swain."

I lay back on the altar. The hard stone supporting my melting flesh. Archie looked down at me from his perch. I smiled up at him weakly feeling reassured he was there. The table top of the altar was slanted so my head was downhill from my bottom. I figured that was to allow gravity to help pull sperm into my womb. 

Rico was first and he entered my soppy sex in one fell swoop. "Like a goddess." He hissed as he cock made contact with the wet velvet of my cunt.

It took my breath away and I couldn't catch it as he hammered his big nine inch cock into me. He held my legs upright, knees together in the phoenix position my feet pointed to the sky. This not only increased the friction on his magnificently machine gunning manhood it would also help prevent his spent seed from seeping out of me.

"Fu-ck...mee...ahh," I gasped, "Fill...mme...your..cuuum."

With a final thrust Rico bottomed out against my cervix grunted and coated my fecund womb with his seed. He pulled his still hard cock from my quivering quim. Charity pinched my labia together to quill any sperm trying to escape my snatch. She darted her tongue on my hyper-sensitive clit while Archie reached down and mercilessly pinched my rigid nipples.

I wailed like a wounded animal as my body danced on the threshold of pain and pleasure finally to fall into orgasmic release. My cunt contracted and I imagined my cervix consuming Rico's cum. My breath came in animal like pants as I returned to earth from my cosmic climax.

Luca was next and he penetrated my puffy pussy before I had completely recovered from my orgasm. My cunt clutched his colossal cock as his hips thrust it in to me with a speedy tempo. My ankles rested next to his ear and my knees were together on his left side as he took me in the phoenix position. Luca grasped my hipbones for leverage and plunged into my pussy pounding it with breakneck sped. If he went any faster my overheated cunt would actually burst into flame.

He buried himself into me. He threw his head back and began spurting his cum into me. I did a half sit-up to clutch his arse. I embedded my nails into his buttocks pulling more of him into me. Fully seated his sperm began to swiftly swim to my wanton womb. We both hollered and howled in mutual orgasm our passionate cries echoing into the dancing shadows of the night.

As soon as Luca pulled his spent pecker from me another was shoved fully into my simmering snatch. Each of my donors took their turn at planting his seed in my luscious luxuriant lacuna. I had a immense climax after each man fucked me usually a combination of Archie's titty torture and Charity's manipulation of my agitated sex.

The last was Matteo he was a giant. He must've weighed 19 stone and stood six foot six. He lifted his chiton. I rolled my eyes and gasped at the size of his cock. It had to be 10 inches long and four inches wide.

"Bloody hell," said Archie gobsmacked.

Matteo smiled down at me like cat smirks at a mouse. He began to feed his monster meat into my quivering quim. Inch by torturous inch until the gargantuan gradually worked its way into my cunt. I could feel Matteo's hairy bloated balls resting against my bum hole. He gave me a moment to catch my breath and to grow accustomed to his gigantic girth.

My cunt contracted and he took that as a sign I was ready for copulation. Matteo held me by my ankles spreading them wide. He tried to open me up further and impale me with his massive manhood. 

It was like getting fucked with a wine magnum. He began to pummel me pussy hard. My breasts bounced like soccer balls as he pounded his cock into me.

I chattered gibberish as I fought to remain conscious. "Big...Big..cock...big cock."

Matteo gave a final thrust which I thought would tear right through my innards. He twisted my nipple like it was a dial on a combination lock. He shot a steady stream of sperm into my cavernous cunt and bellowed like the bull he was. I arched my aching back and cummed screaming sucking Matteo's life force into my essence. 

I lay panting. My face twisted in rapture release as he withdrew from my cunt a wet suction sound resonated across the courtyard. I smiled up weakly at Archie. He looked down at me like a wolf looks at a lamb. His cock was erect and tented his panama pants.

Charity grasped me by the hand and pulled me into a sitting position. I sat up dizzily for several moments and tried to recover my bearings. My pussy was sloppy. I felt like I was sitting in a puddle of goo. 

"Archie reclaim Sophie," commanded Charity.

He hurried around the altar taking me by the hand. He made me stand up on shaking legs. I feared my knees would buckle. My back felt pitted from the stone altar. A spasm of relief worked his down my spine from between my shoulders to my tail bone.

Archie kissed me hungrily. Then he spun me around and bent over the altar. I desperatedly grabbed the sides of the altar to keep from falling to the ground. I felt Archie's hard cock push against my puckered protective sphincter. 

He penetrated my bumhole and I screamed, "NOOOO!"

But Archie was not to be denied. He had endured two days of watching me be fucked by my two Mediterranean studs. He had been audience to the organized gangbang of my fertility rite. He was determined to fuck me a new one.

I gasped for breath. I clutched the altar as Archie fiercely pounded into my arse. He roughly pulled my hair forcing me to arch my back and intake even more of his angry tonker. Tears ran down my face as Archie roughly reasserted his manhood.

He slapped my ass the stinging sound echoing off the stones. He spit in my ear, "Take it you totty. Take it."

At last I relaxed and surrendered to Archie's lust. Once again I was his and he knew it.I didled my clit begged, "Fuck...me...Fuck... me...good."

My capitulation sent Archie over the top. He buried his bruising beast in my bum. It twitched as it spurt goo deep into my bowels. By acquired habit I couldn't cum until after Archie did. He violently pulled on my nipples while I pushed on my clit. My arse clutched his cock while my cunt contracted. I cummed. Explosions of white light bolted through my brain. My body spasm with release.




Tourist Ch. 05



I lay my head on my crossed arms wheezing. My breath was in ragged bursts. The heady odor of sex waffed from between my legs making my nostrils flare. Archie's limp dick fell out of my arse. A mixture of everyone's cum coated my inner thighs. Archie kissed my back bruised from laying on the altar. I rose upright dizzily. We were alone in the temple.

He embraced me, "I'm sorry Lovey. I don't know what got into me."

I tried to smile but I was too weak, " You got... into me...I understand...Wasn't so bad... Had a good cum... I love you."

Archie smiled at my staccato response and simply said, "I love you."

The next day we flew home to England. I slept for most of the flight quite exhausted and sore from my fertility holiday. I dreamt of bassinets and baby bottles. I was sure I had conceived. When we arrived back at our flat. I went upstairs and collapsed on the bed. I was day dreaming about how to decorate the nursery when I heard Archie clicking the telephone answering machine to retrieve our messages.

I heard, "BEEP...Archie White? This is Doctor Rashid. I'm calling to inform you that there was a mistake with your fertility test. Yours got confused with an Andrew White. Sorry. You are quite normal and your sperm count is high enough that you should have no trouble impregnating Sophie. Sorry for any inconvenience. Good luck and cheerio...BEEP."



Tourist Courting



Callie wrote the check to pay for four rooms and tore it out of her checkbook before handing it to the woman behind the check-in counter. The woman looked at the check for a moment, but didn't say any words of thank you. She just pulled her receipt book forward and wrote the receipt, which she handed over without comment. Callie remembered the sour-faced woman from more than forty years of visits, particularly when Callie and the woman had been much younger. The woman had been a sour-faced teenager, too.

"Thank you Hilda," Callie told the woman as she and both of her daughters each picked up their own room keys, a stack of linens, and collected those for the girls' brother, too. Drew, his wife, and their children, would arrive later, after Becky got off work and they made the six-hour drive. Donna and Trina's husbands would be along about that same time, bringing their children.

Callie, Donna, and Trina had taken a "girl's day" off to spend it together, something they didn't get to do often enough, now that the two younger women had families of their own. They had spent the day shopping at a nearby outlet mall and Callie's big SUV was loaded with shopping bags to prove it. They had also stopped for a few groceries before checking in to their rooms. 

It was a year that ended in a five or a zero, which meant Callie and some of her relatives had reservations for all ten rooms of the tourist court for the reunion. It was sort of a first-come first-served situation, although there never was an argument. Some of the other families preferred one of the more modern courts or motels along the ocean front street for their two or three nights, although a few families stayed as long as two weeks. 

Someone in the family had decided, many years ago, that the small seaside town offered just the right combination of amenities and relaxed atmosphere for a few days of family fun. Older tourist courts, a few small motels and one hotel, which was a little more modern, lined the main street. Less than a block from the street was the gulf side beach. A few of the men might spend part of an early morning fishing and some might find their way to the small marina and take advantage of a chartered fishing trip. Almost everyone would take at least one walk along the water's edge to wade in the salt water. Very early morning walks were popular for the shell collectors. 

Part of their room rent also paid for the family's use of the big pavilion, where five or six generations would gather the day after tomorrow for visiting, for food and fun, plus family photo sharing and picture taking. In between the reunions, she might see some of these relatives for a wedding or a funeral, but these few days gave everyone an opportunity for longer visits and to learn what was new with each growing family. Just as Callie and her cousins had done, Callie's grandchildren would make good use of the swings and the slide in the small city park adjacent to the pavilion. If the next couple of days were clear and sunny, some relatives might enjoy part of a day on the beach, some even playing in the surf, although it was before Memorial Day and a little early in the season. The water wasn't quite warm enough for the less adventurous swimmers.

As Callie followed her daughters down the sidewalk to their rooms, she passed the open area, which had previously been one of the combination bedroom and kitchen units but was now just the foundation and a roof. Rather than repair the room, which burnt in a small fire, the owner had gutted it, leaving an open area with a good roof, rather like a large breezeway. It now held a few lawn chairs and a couple of picnic tables. It was a cool place where you could escape the mid-day sun. The constant onshore breeze kept the room pretty cool in the summer. It was particularly useful for brushing off the sand after spending some time on the beach. 

A man in his early fifties was sitting at one of the picnic tables, watching a small six-year-old girl. She was collecting her toys, filling the bed of an old red wagon. Callie knew the age of the little girl. She had been almost a year old at the time of the last family reunion.

Callie stopped in the wide opening for a moment to speak to the man. "Hello, Duane. That sure is a pretty little girl." 

The man looked up, his smile slow in coming. "Why, hello there, Callie. Long time, no see. It must be time for another family reunion."

"Yes, the rest of the family will start trickling in during the next few hours. She really is a beautiful girl. 

"She's my niece, but I take care of her like she's mine. Did you bring another man with you this time?"

"Ah...no, not this time." Callie didn't really mind answering the question — it just sounded like she always had a different man in tow.

"Can I take you to supper? There's a band at The Wharf tonight."

"Oh, I don't know." She looked at her daughters each unlocking her own room halfway down the sidewalk. She wondered what they would think, and then she really didn't care. "Okay, yeah, sure. I'd like that. I need to make my bed and unpack first."

"Okay, I'll come by about dark." Duane turned to the little girl, pointing to a small pile of stuffed animals. "Sally, go get your toys over there, too."

She need not have asked the question, but Callie was curious, too, particularly about how he would answer. "If you go out to supper, what do you do about Sally?"

"Oh, Hilda puts her to bed at night." Duane watched the little girl scamper around the area, collecting the remainder of her toys. "She goes to school all day. The only time we get to spend time together is the few days I can take off between the time she gets out of school and supper." 

"Alright, I'll see you about dark." Callie waved and walked to the end of the sidewalk, past the double car parking space between her room and the one before it, and opened the last room, nearest the street. She left the door open to air out the room and dumped her pile of linens on the only bed in the room. Then she went outside to unlock the room where her son and his family would stay, leaving the key inside their room. 

When she opened the back door of her vehicle to get her suitcase and groceries, Callie smiled to herself. It hadn't even occurred to her to park anywhere else. This was the room she always had, at least for the last few visits. After putting her bag inside the room, she went back to open the rear of her car to look through the bags for the new mattress pad she had purchased that day. She would rather sleep with something between the sheets and the tourist court's mattress, even if she hadn't had a chance to wash the newness out of the bed covering. It didn't take much imagination to know how the beds were used when the beach was filled with teenagers on spring break or when it wasn't tourist season. 

She lowered the door, but didn't latch it. The girls would be looking for their own luggage, groceries — and new mattress pads, too. That was probably why some of the families preferred the newer accommodations.

After putting away her food and making the bed, she unpacked her suitcase. Callie thought about the years she had been coming to this particular town, and the same tourist court. She had a few memories of her second time here and being shy around so many relatives she didn't know very well. Her first reunion would have been when she was just barely a year old with parents, a brother, and two sisters. At eleven, she enjoyed getting to play with some of her cousins. That was her first memory of the woman who gave her the room key. 

The third reunion brought her best memories of Duane. At sixteen, she fell in love with Duane, barely a year older than she was. He was also the son of the man who owned the tourist courts. For almost a week, they were almost inseparable, although they were rarely able to escape Duane's younger sister, Hilda. However, at the end of that vacation, they said good-bye to each other. To escape his little sister, they had to sneak behind one of the buildings for a quick kiss. 

At twenty-one she brought her new husband to his first reunion, but they were newly separated for what would have been his second reunion. Her second husband and his three children came with her the next time. However, she was a new widow with three step-children the time after that. She was barely ten years older than her eldest step-daughter. Then, the time after that when she brought her third husband, no one understood how she could marry a man so much older than she was. Being a widow for the second time for the following reunion didn't bother her, but a few cousins seemed pretty nosey when asking their questions. 

Now, here she was for the first time, attending the second reunion in a row as a single woman. It just seemed strange. For a few moments she wondered how many of her older aunts, uncles, and cousins would have discussed the possibility that she would have a fourth man with her this time. She only gave a moment to the thoughts. At least she married the men she lived with, a claim some of her cousins and one niece could not make. Besides, she was finally old enough that things like that no longer bothered her.

After setting her room to rights, Callie walked down the sidewalk to tell the girls they were on their own for supper. Their families would be arriving soon anyway. She listened to their teasing about going on a date, something she rarely did, and left them to one of their infrequent chances to talk to each other without husbands interrupting and children running around needing attention. 

A hot shower felt good after so many hours of following the girls around from one store to another, along with the multiple trips to her car to leave the bags of things they purchased. She almost wished she had brought in the new yellow silk blouse to wear with her blue jean skirt and then decided she really did want to save it for the day of the reunion. Instead, she put on the embroidered peasant blouse with the elastic around the top. It had long sleeves she could push up if she got too warm on the dance floor below the restaurant, and a neckline she could pull across her shoulders if she could finally convince herself to flirt with Duane.

The Wharf was a wide wooden pier that extended out over the water. The actual elevated restaurant was on land with a large area under it where people drank beer and ate boiled shrimp, and then danced to a loud jukebox or even a band on the nights when there was live music. The pier had lights strung along it where people frequently fished from the sides. Occasionally a couple held hands as they walked to the end of the pier, the strong breeze whipping their hair and her skirt. The end of the pier didn't have much lighting, which made the lights along the pier better for night fishing and left the end for lovers, intent on finding a romantic spot for kissing. 

When Duane knocked on her door, Callie was glad she had gone to the extra effort to wear a little make-up. His hair was still wet from his shower and she knew he had shaved. He had a dark beard and developed a fairly heavy five o'clock shadow. For the first time, Callie noticed he was getting some gray hair. She had been coloring her own gray hair for a number of years.

As she put her key into her pocket and closed her door, Callie looked up at him, and without thinking about how intimate her touch was, she ran her fingers through the hair at his temple. "My goodness, Duane, I didn't think you'd ever get gray hair. We're finally getting old, aren't we?"

"You unlock that damn door and I'll show you how old I am," he said as he put his arms around her and kissed her.

Callie kissed him back, and then pushed against his chest to step away from him. She shook her head, not really comfortable with his quick possessiveness. He didn't let go easily, he leaned over and kissed her under her ear and chuckled when she lifted her shoulder at the tingle his kiss caused.

Instead of trying to force her to let him kiss her again, Duane took her hand to walk to the end of the sidewalk and the steps down to the street. The Wharf was a few blocks away, an easy walk, which meant they could both have a couple of beers there and not need to worry about driving after drinking. 

Across the street, sand dunes hid the surf, crashing about a hundred yards away. The nearer they got to The Warf, the closer the street approached the water and the louder the breaking waves sounded. Along the way to the restaurant, they talked easily, despite the five years that had passed since they had last seen each other. They may have known each other for more than forty years, but they weren't really close. They would have two or three conversations every five years, but their feelings for each other were something each kept on a very tight rein. 

Duane said his bait and fishing gear business was doing well, as was the small, attached souvenir shop. The tourist court he co-owned with his sister was never going to do much more than provide Hilda with a simple living. Their father had purchased and refurnished the place as a supplement to his retirement income and for something to keep himself busy. It was all his two children had inherited. 

Callie said she was thinking about retirement, although the bank had offered her a promotion as an incentive to stay on the job for another five years.

"That means I could retire at fifty-six. That's a pretty good deal."

Duane laughed a little, "You're never going to retire, Callie. You like working too much."

"I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have a job. I'm a lousy grandmother."

"Why didn't you have children of your own?"

"I don't know. It just never happened. Then I was glad I didn't have to be a single mother with small children."

"But you did that anyway."

"Sort of, yeah, but the kids were older. By the time they were really orphans two had already graduated high school and the other was a senior. That's not like having little ones like Sally." Still holding his hand, Callie squeezed and asked, "I met Patty once, why didn't you ever marry her?"

"Whew," Duane exclaimed and then shook his head, "Patty was a piece of work. She was the nearest thing to an addiction I ever had. You know, little rich girl, daddy owned three deep water shrimp boats, and Patty thought she was captain of everything onshore."

Duane didn't go into great detail, but they figured out that the year Callie brought her first husband to the reunion Duane hadn't met Patty yet. By the next reunion, when Callie and Terrance were separated with their divorce pending, Duane was almost a year into his troublesome relationship with Patty. 

Patty owned a large house on the wealthy side of town, where people built summer homes and wore expensive designer clothes. Duane lived with her, off and on for a few months at a time. Then his sister would call, needing him to come home to fix something. Hilda would keep him around as much as she could for a couple of days, and then he would leave her to her grumbling and go back to Patty. Patty would get in a wild mood and Duane would walk out. He didn't need her kind of trouble. A few months later, she would show up at the tourist court, apologize, and convince him that he was the only stable thing in her life and he would go back to her, or at least go back to sleeping with her, which seemed to be the most important part of their relationship. 

One of their separations lasted almost a year, which was the same year Callie showed up with her second husband, Dan. Patty and Duane were even talking about marriage the year after Dan rolled his truck over a few times, driving much too fast on a wet road. That was the year Callie came to the reunion as a widow of just a few months, with three teenage step-children who had no other parent. 

During the next few years, tourism in the area changed from men serious about fishing, to families coming for a few days, or a week, in the sun. His bait stand and fishing tackle sales dwindled down to almost nothing and he worked the bait shop alone, which was why he added on to the building so he could open The Shell Shop to sell souvenirs to tourists. Business was just getting good when Callie came to the reunion with her third husband.

After Duane and Callie were seated in the restaurant and had placed their order, Duane asked, "Why did you marry Henry?"

"Truthfully?" Callie looked up from smoothing a small tear in the label around her beer bottle. When Duane nodded, Callie explained, "I'm not sure. I was alone, he was alone, and he needed someone to take care of him. We'd been friends for almost twenty years. When his wife died about two years after Dan's car wreck, we just got in the habit of helping each other. Henry would come by the house to do odd jobs for me. I'd go with him when he went shopping for clothes or I'd cook a meal for him. The kids were all gone, the house was empty, and we started going to dinner or a movie, it just sort of seemed like the thing to do."

Duane lowered his voice, "Callie, did you love him?"

Callie thought for a moment, and then spoke quietly, "If anyone else had ever asked me that question, I think I'd have been insulted." She smiled softly to lessen the insult and then continued. "I loved Henry, but I don't think I was in love with him, if you can understand the difference. He was a lot older than me, and was a difficult man to be around, particularly as his illness progressed. He didn't like it that he needed help, and I was too stubborn to let him just suffer when there were things I could do for him. During the last couple of years he was alive, I turned down a promotion at the bank because it meant I would have to do some traveling."

Callie looked up from putting butter on her baked potato to ask, "Why didn't you marry Rebecca?"

"Humph," Duane gave his usual answer to a question many people had asked over the last few years. "Touché, I guess, huh?" He smiled at Callie, much as she had done when he asked her why she had married her third husband. However, as she had been truthful, he would be, too. "She already had a husband."

The look on Callie's face was so shocked all three of her step-children would have recognized that it was an answer she had never expected. 

Duane shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't know it at the time. She came to town, looking for a job, and I hired her for The Shell Shop. She was there when Patty swallowed a whole bottle of tranquilizers and went to sleep forever. I guess Rebecca sort of kept me sane and sort of like you and Henry, one thing led to another."

Finally able to find her voice Callie asked, "But she already had a husband?"

"Yeah, and she had two sons. I knew about them, but I guess I just assumed she was divorced. She gave me some excuses about not really wanting to get married again, didn't even want to live with anyone, although she wanted me to stay with her any night I would agree to it. She came into the bait stand one morning and said she was going back to her family. Rather than losing someone I thought I loved, I think it was more about being angry I let a woman make a fool of me. I started drinking before noon. I got drunker that night than I have ever been in my life. I probably passed out on the beach because that's where I woke up the next morning." 

"You've never heard from her again?"

"Nope and I'm not interested in hearing from her. If she could hide from them, I'll let her hide from me too. My sister tells me she always knew Rebecca was hiding something, but Hilda never liked her anyway."

Under other circumstances, Callie might not have said anything, but they were being honest with each other and it was something she'd never said to Duane. "Hilda's never liked any female who gave you attention even when she was ten years old."




Tourist Courting



"Yeah, I know," Duane nodded. "She's insecure and has run off more men than you can imagine. When a guy gets serious, she turns into a bitch and tells them to take a hike. She's probably bi-polar, but I can't convince her to do anything about it." 

Duane paid for their supper and they went downstairs to enjoy the music and rub elbows with some locals and a few tourists. Callie and Duane both agreed they no longer wanted to discuss the events of their past life, but it was hard not to do. The names of other people who had been a part of their separate lives just seemed to come up with little or no warning. 

After a few dances, where they held each other progressively tighter, Duane leaned back to look down at Callie who was chuckling. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about those narrow little streets that run along with that main street out there. You and I are just like a couple of those streets. They follow the curve of the beach and every once in a while there's a cross street connecting them."

"Yeah, I guess we both stayed on our own street, didn't we?"

"Well, yeah. But there were a few times when we stood at one of the cross streets and had a conversation or two. I think you brought me here for dinner once. That must have been the time after Henry died and you were pretty comfortable with Rebecca." 

Duane's voice was a little rough when he said, "I never had to think twice to remember the names of your step-children or grandchildren. It might be five years between our conversations, but if you mentioned one name, I knew who you were talking about and which parent that child belonged to."

While they danced and sat to drink another beer, they talked about the few times they had shared a dinner, catching up with what was going on in the other's life and the people around them that each had come to know. Halfway through a slow waltz, Duane nodded to the other side of the dance floor, "You see that guy with the bald head and the big mustache?" When Callie looked where he had indicated and then nodded, Duane said, "He's loved Hilda for more years than I can guess. She probably loves him too, but Hilda would kill me if I told him."

"Why doesn't she want him to know?"

As Duane led Callie off the dance floor and climbed the stairs to walk along the wooden pier, he explained. "Hilda says he's irresponsible, sort of a hippy type. He rides a motorcycle, goes to all the veteran things. I don't know if he's retired military or disabled, but he has enough income that he doesn't have to work. He's almost twenty years older than Hilda is, but he really treated her nice, made her laugh. She looked happy when he was around. I've always liked him. She says she can't stand him, gets angry if she sees him or hears his name. Sally looks just like him."

With the taste of bitterness in her mouth, Callie responded, "Well, as long as she has you, she doesn't need anyone else."

"That's not fair Callie. She's my little sister and you don't know a lot of things about this little town. It's not all sweetness and shiny tourist attractions.

"Before all the hoopla about Spring Breaks started, this beach attracted a rougher crowd. Hilda and her friends would go to the beach and parade around in front of all those young guys with their stiff dicks, raging hormones, and no brains."

As they reached the darkened end of the pier, they sat down on one of the benches and Duane continued with his story. "The summer after she was sixteen Hilda sort of turned into a tearful, critical, angry person. Our mother died that year and I guess we all thought that was the reason for the change in Hilda. It was several years later when she admitted, that she and a couple of her friends had paraded up and down the beach one night, drinking beer. Before the night was over, she probably fucked half the guys on the beach. I don't imagine it was really rape, but it probably wasn't far from it."

Unable to resist the reminiscing they were doing, Callie spoke barely above a whisper, "We didn't have that problem, did we."

Duane turned and put his arms around her, "God no, oh Lord, you were beautiful when you were sixteen. I've never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you that summer." He paused for a moment to kiss her and held her face up to his so he could look into her eyes, "Callie, I want you as much now as I did when I was seventeen. I think I've always wanted you like that."  

Suddenly Callie caught her breath as Duane stood and pulled her hand until she almost had to run to stay up with him. "Come on," he encouraged.

"Where?"

"I've had just enough beer to do something dumb and enjoy it."

"What are you talking about, Duane?"

"Let's go for a walk on the beach and see if we can find a quiet place where we can go for a swim."

He sat down on the side of the pier and jumped off into the sand below. Then he held his arms up to help her down when she sat on the side of the pier. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her down beside him, kissing her hard when her feet were finally on the sand. They stopped only long enough to remove their shoes and then were running down the beach until they were both out of breath.

Panting, Callie complained, "We don't have swimsuits."

"We don't need them," he answered as he turned and pulled her blouse over her head and started unbuttoning her skirt. She was just as busy unbuttoning his shirt and reaching for his belt buckle. Like a couple of kids, they barely stopped to remove their underwear and were soon holding hands and jumping over the first few waves racing to spread across the flat sand. 

Duane stopped Callie and turned her to face him. "How many years has it been since I held you in the moonlight and told you how beautiful you are?"

Then they were holding each other and kissing with a hunger neither knew how to express any other way. They slowly moved to deeper water. When they had passed the rougher surf, they were chest deep in the buoyant, salty water. Duane held Callie as she put her legs around his waist and rested her head against his shoulder. 

"Callie, Callie, look at me," Duane pleaded as he allowed her body to slip a little lower. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her. "Tell me if you don't want this."

Instead of an answer, Callie loosened her grip on him and watched his face while she allowed her body to fall as he entered her.

"Oh God, oh God. Callie, don't move. Please don't move." Duane pleaded tightening his arms around her as he felt the heat inside her.

"Kiss me, Duane. Just kiss me. I've waited too long to feel this good." Callie trembled and held him, afraid the wonderful feelings would end too soon. 

"Merciful heaven, all the wasted years, what have we done to ourselves? Why did I ever let you go?"

"We didn't know, Duane. We just didn't know. Maybe it took us this long to learn that."

Duane chuckled as he began to soften inside her, "We need to get out of this water."

"I know, I'm freezing," her teeth weren't chattering but she was beginning to feel cold. Carrying Callie, her limbs still wrapped around him, he started moving to the shore.

"Just put your blouse on. We can walk up the beach until we're across from the driveway."

They had to wait a few minutes until they didn't see any headlights coming from either direction. Then they giggled as they ran across the street, teasing each other about being caught almost naked. Her son's vehicle was parked beside her own, and two vehicles were in the next parking places, which meant the girl's husbands and children had arrived, too. Lights were on in some rooms across the driveway and others were dark, but most of the parking spots were full. 

Duane was reaching for her as she was closing the door behind them, but she backed away, telling him to go take a shower. She wasn't going to let him in her clean bed with salt water all over him. 

She stopped him from turning on the light because if any of the grandchildren knew she was in her room, they would be pleading to come see Granny. Instead, he did as she said and then watched her as she took her shower, although it was so dark he complained that he wished he had more light than the few feeble lights along the street.

As Duane was drying off, he fussed, "Why didn't you leave a light on before we went to eat."

"Well, dammit, Duane," she responded as she reached over and pinched his ass. "Maybe I didn't know I'd need to hide that I had a man in my room tonight."

He dropped his towel and stalked her across the room, "You're going to have a man in your bed in about ten seconds. I'll invite any of them to watch, but they had better not try to stop me. I've waited too damn many years for this."

She evaded one of his attempts to grab her and taunted him, "What's Hilda going to say when you don't come home tonight."

"Fuck Hilda," he responded.

"I'm not interested in doing that to Hilda," she teased back.

Duane stopped and stood very still for a long moment. "Callie, I don't want to fuck you either. I want to make love to you. Come here."

Callie dropped the towel she had wrapped around herself and walked straight into his arms.

Duane put his hand on the back of Callie's head and held her close. 

"Duane, I think I'm as nervous as I was that night when we took a blanket to the sand dunes."

When Duane chuckled, Callie felt the rumble in his chest. If she could admit to being nervous, he could as well. "I may know more about pleasing a woman than I did then, but I've never been with one who meant as much to me as you do."

Duane took a deep breath. "I have to tell you something I've never said to another woman. Callie, I love you."

"Oh God, Duane, I've always loved you, I'm sorry it took me so long to learn that."

* * * 

Duane was sitting at the small table in Callie's room, still eating his bacon and eggs, when someone knocked on the door. Callie figured it was one of her children or grandchildren and was mentally planning on what she would say about Duane being in her room wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and his shirt from the previous night.

Callie had a cup of coffee in her hand when she opened the door and began to back up as Hilda pushed against the door and walked inside. "I might have known." 

Callie was not prepared for the woman's anger. "What should you have known?"

Hilda's voice was venomous when she said, "Oh, I know who you are. Every other time you come here, there's a different man's name on your check."

"Yes, you're right. Not that it's any of your business, but I divorced the first one and my other two husbands died."

The look of disbelief on Hilda's face said more than her words, "You didn't manage to take him away before. Do you think you can have him this time?"

Duane's gruff voice tried to stop his sister's insults, "Hilda..."

Callie looked back at Duane and then at the sour-faced woman, "Oh, Hilda just doesn't want me around. She made that perfectly clear when she was ten years old and insisted on walking between us every chance she got."

Hilda's raised voice was almost a shout, "He's my brother. You don't deserve him."

Callie was hurt by the woman's anger and didn't watch her words when she turned to Duane, "Is Sally really just your niece, or is she your daughter, too?"

"Callie!" Duane spoke her name as if it was a warning not to say anything else to make matters worse.

Callie's laughter did not have a trace of humor in it, "She doesn't care what you want, Duane."

"Maybe not," Duane responded, "but I want you."

Callie felt tears filling her eyes and instead of showing that Hilda's words bothered her, she turned to Duane, "She just won't let go of you, but I can. I've done it before." 

Callie spun on her heel and walked out the room. She could drink her coffee in Sally's unofficial playroom and leave the brother and sister to settle their differences.

Callie walked straight to a cousin who was sitting in one of the lawn chairs with his morning coffee and a pack of cigarettes. Without even asking, she reached down and pulled a cigarette out of the pack and lit it, then walked out the back opening into the morning sunshine. She hadn't had a cigarette in more than ten years, but it felt good to be holding one in her hand.

You know what, Bob," Callie didn't even turn around when she spoke to her cousin. "We should find somewhere else for these reunions. I'm tired of this place."

"Did you get married again, Callie?"

"No Bob, I don't think I'll ever want another man. Maybe I'll try women for a change."

Callie felt hands on her shoulders turning her around and strong arms holding her when Duane said, "No Callie, you're too exciting to be wasted on women. I'd rather keep you to myself." He held her while she sobbed, and then dried her tears and asked her to introduce him to her grandchildren. He was thinking about asking them to call him Grandpa. 

*****

A very heart-felt Thank You to ErikThread. His help, suggestions, and corrections, make my story a better read for you.

2Xwidderwoman



Tourist Foursome



It was our first vacation together, heading over to the shore. And it was definitely a time we never forgot.

The very first night we went straight to the beach bar. My girlfriend, Andrea, and I were in our mid 30s. She looked so spectacular that night, tight tank top over her full breasts. I love her curvy body, always complimenting her. And make no mistake, I can feel her love and lust for me too. Like her, I was thinner as a youth and filled out. She loves my muscles, but also the little layer I put on over top.

When we make love, or when we fuck, our bodies match perfectly. My strength, my power against her soft beauty. Holding her naked body against me thrills me more than anything.

Andrea saw them first. A couple across the room trying not to get caught looking and whispering. They obviously liked one or both of us. Andrea and I loved and still love each other enough that the looks we get amuse us rather than make us jealous.

But it shocked us to see them coming to our table. A tall slender woman, about 24, with bright blue eyes and bouncing curly blonde hair leading a man almost as thin and just a shade taller.

"Hi, I'm Sara and this is my husband Willie." she said.

If anyone really wants to hear the "getting to know you" part, I can give them the details. Long story short, though, they wanted to fuck. Andrea definitely liked what she saw in the husband and Sara just beamed at me.

We went back to our room with the single king sized bed. Sara broke the ice "Willie here saw you guys first. I noticed that he couldn't get his eyes off those" she smiled at Andrea and gestured at her tits which now sported hard pointy nipples through her top. "And to be honest, Willie 's little 5 inch dick hasn't done a lot for me in a while." 

Sara looked at me "I just assumed you're bigger down there since you are bigger everywhere else" Andrea proudly said "Eight inches sweetie."

Andrea's smile didn't reflect the fact that sometimes I gave her trouble. If I fucked her too hard, or in the wrong position, it hurt her for days. Eight inches isn't the biggest, but she is really tight and I have to be careful.

Sara pulled Willie over and pulled both of our pants off. We stood there, naked below the waist, cocks swelling, Sara inspecting both. I felt like I was in a meat market and I liked it! 

Andrea sank to her knees, eyes locked on Willie. My beautiful girlfriend took his cock in her mouth. She licked the tip, then took it in, gently bobbing up and down on it, eyes locked on his face. 

Sara pulled me down onto her thin body. We kissed roughly, my tongue invading her mouth, my arms extending behind her. So beautiful, so alive in my arms. She wrapped her hand around my cock and brought it to her opening. I felt the tip slide in and I knew how she wanted it. So my arms came up over her shoulders. I yanked her body down to meet my cock thrusting deep inside her.

She closed her eyes and yelled. Yelled!! I couldn't tell if I had hurt her or if she loved it. After a few thrusts that each brought a scream from her, I slowed. She gasped "Please!! Oh yes! Keep going!! Damn!"

I grunted as my hips thrusted, driving my cock into her harder and harder. She couldn't control herself, shrieking every time my cock penetrated and filled her.

Looking to the side, I saw the hottest view. Andrea now had his little cock between her tits, sliding it between them along a crease filled with lotion. His hands grabbed her tits, squeezing them around his cock, grunting, fucking her body as he had fucked her mouth.

Andrea then turned around. She fell to her hands and knees, grunting at Willie "behind me!" She looked straight on at me as he mounted her, sliding his cock into her pussy. Sara had screamed, but Andrea just gave a very satisfied "ooooooooOOHHHHH!!"  

Willie went all the way in, his hands on her hips, pulling her back onto him. They got a good rhythm going as he pushed harder, deeper, faster. Her tits slapped together and she said "oh yess baby, it's soo perfect. Yes, faster!!"

Sara said loud enough for all to hear. "Yeah Willie! Aren't you glad she's letting you be the man?" Willie laughed and fucked Andrea even harder, spanking her for good measure. 

Sara explained "his cock isn't big enough. I have to be the man. Isn't that right baby? You love when I get you on your hands and knees. You love when I make you my slut!"

"Oh yeah!" he replied "I love being your bitch, but Andrea's mine now!" 

That should have made me jealous. It only turned me on.

I picked Sara up, cock still inside, and took her to the wall. I had always wanted to do this, but had never been with a woman like Sara. Don't get me wrong, I prefer curvy, but I couldn't hold my Andrea up in my arms, pin her against the wall with her legs wrapped around me, and fuck her like that.

We kissed. I pounded her. Her slender body entangled with mine. My cock came in hard, but not fast. Once again she screamed and her body writhed. My cock felt her constrict around it and I knew I had hit the right spot.

"Ahhhhhh... OOOOOOHHH... DAMNDAMN... YEEEEESSSSSSS!!"

Shortly after, I heard Willie "Ohnooo, please not yet!" He had her in the missionary position. Listening to me make his wife cum set him off and he couldn't do a thing about it. Sara screamed "Don't you dare cum yet, bitch!"

Too late. I watched him pull out and cum all over my girlfriend's tits.

He then dove onto them and licked his own hot sticky cum from her. It was so hot!

My cock swelled even larger inside her. I pulled her back to the bed, slammed her to the mattress, held her tight and jammed my cock in. A beast grew inside me. I felt like an animal. I had to pound her with my cock. I had to drive it as deep as possible. I had to cum so hard, so deep! She moaned, screamed, dug her nails in my back as she came again. My cock exploded deep inside her, shooting again and again.

When Willie finished cleaning Andrea, she plopped her pussy onto his face and made him clean her too.

We settled down into bed, tired, but hearts still pounding. None of us had ever been in a threesome, much less something like this.

Andrea and Sara faced each other, Willie and I spooned our women from the outside. Sara made her husband wear her blue silk panties. She said it was punishment for cumming too soon. Not sure how punished he felt about that!

We just chatted for a long time, finding out that we enjoyed lying together as much as we enjoyed fucking. Suddenly, impulsively, Sara leaned down, grasped Andrea's breast and licked, then sucked her nipple. "I've never done this, but how can I resist!" she said before diving back in. They kissed each other's tits, slid tongues into each other's mouths. 

I leaned in, my cock once again throbbing, and slid my cock into my girlfriend from behind. Pantied Willie did the same!

We did not fuck. Willie and I slid our cocks gently in and out as the women kissed and rubbed each other's pussies. I did feel Willie slide his hand onto my ass and squeeze. Mine didn't reciprocate, but I did reach and cup Andrea's other tit.

It was gentle, like four people making love as one. And it was more intense, full of feeling and emotion. We pleasured each other as one with hands, rubbing bodies, cocks, and soft sweet tits. 

The girls' brought each other to strong orgasms. I felt my cock explode inside Andrea.

We all fell asleep.

The next morning, Andrea and I awoke. Our new friends had left with no trace. All we knew were their first names. All we had left were memories.



Tourist Trap



He awoke to the sight of blood... blood everywhere! Sticky crimson pools stained the floor, the walls, his clothing, even hands. He wanted to be sick, for he knew that much blood meant that it happened again. Two people this time, maybe more... anonymous, faceless victims he would never remember, save in his darkest nightmares.

He said a prayer, more out of habit than anything else, because he couldn't believe in any just God in this world anymore. And then he started moving. No point sticking around and trying to clean up the mess. With any luck he could be out of the village by morning, and then maybe he wouldn't have to worry about the police. At least, not until the next time the darkness consumed him.

It was pouring outside. The constant, heavy rainfall reminded him of how it had all began, maybe ten or eleven months ago. Nearly a year, and yet it seemed like a lifetime ago. It was raining on that dark and fateful night too. The irony was not lost on him...

Back then, he was nothing more than a simple tourist. An American college student, he decided to take a year off to go back-packing across Southeast Asia. He'd already gone through Europe his senior year in high school, and gone down to Mexico for spring break with his friends. But Asia... something about it seemed so... exotic, and mysterious. It drew him in.

Unfortunately, the romance did not live up to his expectations. Nearly broke after blowing his money on airfare, luxury hotels and overpriced restaurants aimed at the young and ignorant tourist crowd, he found himself roughing it through Sumatra at the height of monsoon season. Perhaps if he had actually bothered to do any research before buying plane tickets he could have avoided it, but instead he found himself soaking wet and freezing in the middle of the jungle at night. He'd tried to check his watch, but it was broken, so he supposed it was sometime around midnight.

Slowly, the realization that he was lost dawned on him. He decided he may as well tough it out and look for shelter. Unfortunately, there was nothing around him but jungle, and the thick foliage did little to protect him from the torrential downpour he was experiencing. He had passed by a small village -- really more of a shanty town, in fact -- about a couple miles back, but he had no intention of making the dangerous trek back. It would be much safer to just find shelter and wait for dawn. Or so he thought...

It was then that he noticed that he was standing near the ruins of an old temple. The stone was crumbling, and the jungle threatened to reclaim it, but it would at least provide him a night's shelter. If he was really fortunate, maybe he would be able to start a fire and dry off his clothes. Anything was better than wasting more time out here in the God forsaken jungle.

Carefully making his way through the entrance, in case there were any spiders, snakes, cave-ins or other potential hazards, he was a little surprised to find the interior relatively intact. He wondered for a moment if this wasn't some popular tourist destination, but he didn't see any signs or barriers erected. No, in fact the place looked as if it hadn't been touched by human hands in decades... or perhaps even centuries. That he might be the first mortal to set foot in here since it was abandoned was exciting, true, but at the moment he was far more concerned with basic survival than anything else.

Setting down his backpack, he took out a small box of matches, hoping that they hadn't been soaked by the rain. After shuffling around for a while looking for something to use as kindling, he finally settled on some of his travel books. It wasn't as if they had been all that helpful, after all, and he could always replace them. Right now it was far more imperative that he get a fire going.

Since his clothing had been soaked all the way through, he decided to take it off, stripping down to his underwear, which was thankfully dry. He thanked God that there was nobody around to see his nearly naked body sitting here in the ruins of whatever ancient civilization had built this temple. For a brief moment, a cold shiver went up his spine, and he couldn't help but feel the sensation that someone else was in here with him, watching and waiting. He called out, but there was no response. He sat up, motionless, only the light from his small fire illuminating the chamber. Eventually, when he was fully satisfied that he was alone, he sat back down and drifted into peaceful sleep.

His dreams were not so peaceful though...

He awoke sometime later in a cold sweat, unsure of how much time had passed. Hours? Minutes? It didn't matter. His fire was now sputtering out, the dying light casting ominous shadows across the chamber walls. And once again, that uneasy dread that he was being watched fell over him. He cried out, demanding that whoever was lurking in the darkness show themselves to him immediately. Only this time, there was a response.

Although faint and indistinct at first, he could have sworn that he heard laughter. A woman's gentle laughter, in fact, and coming from the next chamber. For some reason, that laughter only terrified him that much more. And to make matters worse, it was getting closer. As the last dying embers flickered from his fire, he saw a shadowy figure slowly creep into his chamber from the next room over.

She was a very tall Asian woman, slender and with pale skin, her hair elegantly tied back in a braid, and she looked to be dressed in some sort of traditional red silk garment, complete with heavy golden jewelry to accompany it. She was holding a small lantern, which gave off a strange blue-green light, and seemed to have heavy make-up one.

The woman said nothing. She only began to approach him, almost gliding across the floor.

"Wha... who are you," he exclaimed trying to hold back his fear, "Do... do you speak English..."

He wanted to run, or to scream, or to do just about anything really, but some unseen force seemed to hold him back in restraint.

"Shhh," she said, putting her index finger up to her lips.

"My name is Dewi Kamaratih," she said in a melodic voice, "And I've come here for you..."

The woman -- Dewi Kamaratih -- gracefully moved towards him, dropping her loose silk garment and exposing the pale flesh of her full, round breasts. They were large, and seemed somewhat out of proportion to her slender frame, and yet they only seemed to add to her unnatural allure. It was as if she exuded sex from the very core of her being... hot, sticky, musky sex...

Before he could react, she was on top of him, her muscular legs wrapped around his body. She stooped down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then traced her slender hands down his almost naked body. He could feel her hands trace a line down his neck, across his chest and finally, stop just short of his crotch. Still paralyzed by fear, he looked over through the corner of his eyes and noticed that her fingers seemed to end in the sharpened point of a claw, more like a wild animal... or perhaps a demon.

Dewi Kamaratih, for her part, said nothing. She merely smiled and licked her lips lavasciously.

Although he didn't want to, he could feel his own body begin to betray him as his cock started to stiffen.

"What's this," Dewi Kamaratih said as she looked down at the rapidly expanding bulge in his underwear.

Slowly, she brought her claws down across his abdomen, tickling him. The sensation wasn't helping. She gently tugged at his underwear, until finally his erect cock was exposed. Dewi Kamaratih wasted no time in grabbing his stiffened member and slowly stroking it up and down with her hands. She was more skilled in the art of sensuality than any mortal woman could ever hope for. Slowly, she started to bring him into a realm of pleasure that few are ever (un)fortunate enough to know.

She slid her shapely body out from the loose fabric of her silk garment, rudely leaving it on the floor, and then straddled him with her naked body. He looked up and saw her mounting him, lining her gaping cunt up with his painfully erect cock. She was already wet, lubricated and eagerly awaiting the fucking that she was about to receive.

She wrapped her legs around his body as she began to ride him through her own waves of ecstasy, sending waves of both pain and pleasure through his body as she bucked up and down on his cock. He saw her gigantic breasts bouncing as she fucked him, and for a moment wondered to himself if they were getting bigger. He tried to reach out and touch them, but instead, when he stretched he only found that it seemed to go on for infinity.

And that was when he realized that she was doing this only for her own selfish pleasure.

For a moment, his survival instinct overcame him and he tried to struggle. Instead, she only seemed to enjoy it more, sadistically laughing as she began to ride him harder. His struggles did nothing to help, and soon he was out of breath. But she seemed to be getting stronger, and more intense.

He knew that feeling, as his cock shot load after load of sticky jizz into her waiting womb. Dewi Kamaratih's pussy milked his member, its fleshy walls tightly squeezing his cock. He could feel her moving her body to try and take maximum advantage of the situation.

But then she just kept going. And going... and going...

Throughout the night, Dewi Kamaratih kept fucking him in that abandoned temple. He lost track of how many times he had cum after a while. He only felt tired. Exhausted, in fact, yet still she was not satiated. She he could feel the very life force being sucked out of his body, as if his very soul itself was being violated. And yet, Dewi Kamaratih still was there, straddled atop him with her naked, pale breasts exposed and a look of utter lust in her eyes. She moaned in pleasure, not a single bead of sweat to mar her flawless body...

He awoke some time later in the jungle, unsure of how much time had passed since that horrible nightmare. It had to have been a nightmare, right? There was not way it could have been real, and besides, he was now fully dressed anyway. But damn was he hungry... so very, very hungry...

That's when a man in khakis approached him.

"Hey buddy," he said with a heavy Australian accent, "You okay?"

"Yeah," he said over his grumbling stomach, "I mean... I think so...."

"An American," the Australian asked, "Man, you shouldn't be out here. It's not safe. I heard there's some sort of serial killer or something..."

"Tell me about it," he said as he flashed the Aussie a toothy grin...

A very toothy grin...

That's when the Australian noticed the blood stains on his clothing. He turned and tried to scream, but it was already too late...