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The Map

By: Tex Kirk



It all started as a trip of a lifetime; the married couple was enjoying the paradise of the remote pacific islands they were visiting and all the splendors that the warm vibrant climate had to offer. The beaches were magnificent, the sunsets were breathtaking and the food was exquisite. Then there were the nights - which were nothing short of their expectations of what a healthy dose of tender romantic island lovemaking between a man and woman would be. It simply couldn't be any more perfect.

A lot of interesting supernatural legend was attached to the region, and it had played a role in the couple's decision to go there for vacation. On this particular morning, they decided to rent a boat to go visit and explore some of the other islands in the local chain, having already hiked and explored the main island from beach to beach. As they were boarding their boat on the dock, one of the locals handed them a map and told them to pay close attention to it. He explained to the couple that some of the local islands were deemed too dangerous for visitors, and that such islands were clearly highlighted in red on the map as ones to avoid.

It was a perfect day for being out on a boat as the seas were calm and the wind was light. As the duo set off in the general direction of one of the islands that sounded interesting, the woman was applying suntan lotion to her face and neck. She had set the lotion bottle on top of the map to keep the breeze from blowing it away, when suddenly, her elbow knocked the bottle off and the map slid off the stern into the water. Frantically she grabbed the map out of the water and tried to dry it off, but to her dismay, she noticed that the red ink from the islands highlighted as "forbidden" had succeeded in turning most of the map into a big pink smudged mess.

She told her husband what had happened, and they stopped in order to figure out what they could do. They were already several miles from the dock, and going back to the dock to get a new map would mean they wouldn't reach any of the islands they wanted to visit until lunchtime, effectively killing half of the day's excursion. They both looked over the caked pink mess on the map trying to remember which islands were the ones to avoid, but it was now totally unintelligible of which island was safe to set foot on and which wasn't.

After thinking about it for a few moments, the woman suggested they just press on, and that they would use their own judgment when they approached any one island. "How dangerous could any of these islands really be anyway," she asked, "we're in the middle of a paradise. Everything has been perfect, this whole vacation. How can we go wrong?" After thinking about the adventure in the bedroom the night prior, the husband agreed with his wife's reasoning, and put the sails on the boat back up to carry on.

They scanned the map and decided to make way for the largest island. How could that island be one to avoid? Surely it's just as safe as the island that housed the resort they were staying at, the couple reasoned. Thus, in this split second moment, their fate was decided and sealed.

An hour later, the beach of the large island began to come into view. It looked more rugged and overgrown than the island they had been staying on, but everything seemed peaceful and tranquil otherwise. Curiously, there were no signs of activity or human beings at all. As they got closer, the pair realized that the island seemed to have a deep interior, but it was hard to guess what was in the center as the island itself was several miles wide, and the underbrush starting about 20 yards from the waterfront made it difficult to see anything further in.

Finally they landed on the beach, and pulled the boat further up in the sand and tied it to a tree. As they stretched their bodies from sitting for the last couple of hours, they both got the sense of something being eerie and ominous about this island, and that maybe they should leave. On top of this, the island looked very inaccessible anyway, with the exception of the open beach the interior was very heavy jungle-type terrain, and didn't appear to be navigable. After talking it over they decided they would at least stay there long enough to eat the lunch they had packed and enjoy the view of the gorgeous sky blue ocean.

After lunch, they went for a short stroll down the beach before shoving off again. As they watched the small waves splash down on the sand, the husband happened to look over to his right and saw a small but well beaten trail leading off into the jungle. Inquisitive minds began to ponder following the trail and finally they looked at each other and said, "Shall we explore?" With that, they walked up to the path, got a sense of where they were on the beach so they'd know what to look for when they returned, and proceeded to follow it with the husband leading the way.

Once inside the overgrowth, the couple found themselves following a very windy trail and seeing a lot of exotic vegetation and small creatures. None of the creatures seemed to be threatening or aggressive and the flora was actually quite beautiful. The trail itself was mostly a soft bed of thick moss and the wife commented she could almost take her shoes off and walk on it very comfortably. Most of the sunlight was blocked out and it did create a somewhat eerie overtone as the twosome proceeded further into the jungle-like surroundings, but even this added to the allure of going further and further in to see what kind of breathtaking natural beauty awaited them.

Nearly an hour went by and the couple had been treated to many fantastic sites, such as the impressive mini lagoon with waterfall off a tall cliff, and also what appeared to be possibly an ancient human construction of rocks arranged to indicate it might have been a dwelling of some kind. They inched further and further in to this mini jungle paradise they had unwittingly discovered, and suddenly, around a bend came upon a small clearing with a manmade structure of stone, suggestive of an ancient temple.

"Wow," exclaimed the woman, "Have you ever seen anything like this in your life?" The husband agreed that it was a very impressive thing to have discovered. It had symbols on the front and sides of the structure, but it was hard to tell if it had been used recently. As they gawked at the temple, they realized it was well into mid afternoon, and that they had to be at least a couple of miles in from the beach by now. "Perhaps we should rest here for a few minutes and then turn back," said the husband, "it's going to be dark before we know it, and we don't want to get lost out here."

After taking a few snapshots, the couple took one last look at the temple and turned back to the trail. The angle of the sun by now had given the jungle an intensified sense of murkiness, and ironically as beautiful as both of them had found this trek to be, they both sensed something precariously compromising about where they were. The woman blurted out, "Hon, this has been fantastic today but this place is starting to give me the creeps – perhaps we should get a move on." Sharing her newfound sense of urgency, her husband took her hand in his and they began to walk faster out of the jungle.

Then it happened. Just as kind as this alien landscape had treated them, it suddenly turned against them. The pair unexpectedly heard rustling leaves behind them, and without warning both were tackled to the ground. They struggled to break free but several people were pinning each of them down. The woman cried for help as she squirmed to break free, but it was no use. Before the couple could see who their assailants were, cloths were held over and pressed into their faces. Drowsiness then set in rapidly and very soon, everything went black.

As the twosome regained consciousness, they heard tribal music and lots of voices chanting and shouting. Whatever had been used to render them comatose was very potent; both of them felt extremely groggy and could not see anything right away. Slowly, a visual materialized to accompany the sounds they were hearing – first as a total blur and then a gradual focusing. What they focused to absolutely terrified them. They were tied up against trees, and deep brown-bronze skinned natives with painted faces and bodies surrounded them, speaking in a language that wasn't comprehensible. They looked like a completely different tribal band altogether from the natives on the island where they had been staying. They didn't look very advanced technically as most of them wielded spears or other blunt club-like weapons, and all were very scantily clothed, men and women alike.

The couple struggled with their restraints to try to escape, but it was no use. And now the natives had noticed they were awake again. Several began menacingly looking over them, poking at them with their hands and spears, touching their clothes, with half threatening and half puzzled looks. One of the male natives took the wife's arm to examine and pinch at it, while a female ran her hand though the husband's soft brown hair and down one of his cheeks. Obviously the natives had noticed that the captive pair's form of dress and light complexion was quite different in contrast to their own. The two detainees became even more mortified as they noticed dead carcasses of sacrificial animals and bloodstained trees and rocks around them. "Oh my god," said the husband, pulling harder against his restraints, "do you think these are cannibals?" The wife turned snow white with terror at hearing these words come out of her husband's mouth, and shrieked for help as long as her lungs could exude breath.

Suddenly the music and dancing that had been going on stopped, and the tribesmen looking over the couple cleared the way to make a path for what appeared to be the leader of the tribe – a graying male of advanced years. He looked at both the husband and wife, and seemed to be asking them questions in his own language. Seeing that perhaps he was a man of reason, the two prisoners pleaded with him to let them go. They promised they would leave the island immediately and never intrude on them again. But it was useless; the leader simply didn't understand what they were saying.

Several of the tribesmen and tribeswomen standing around the leader began talking to him simultaneously in an agitated tone. Perhaps this was it – they could be discussing how they were going to prepare them for that night's dinner. After a few moments of jabber, the leader silenced them all and walked over to the couple. He looked them both over, from head to toe, and then he muttered some words that almost sounded like a blessing or some kind of prayer, touching both the husband's and wife's heads as he did it. He then kissed them both on the cheek, and motioned for the other tribesmen to take them away.

They were untied from the trees, and with spears aimed at their necks, were led away to some primitive looking structure made out of bamboo. They were pushed inside, into a room that looked large enough to contain a good amount of people but still have a somewhat cozy feeling to it. There were a lot of woven baskets lying around, some stools and some other pottery items. Strangely, a couple of primitive looking tables with animal skins spread out over them were placed in the middle in this structure – set up like a centerpiece of some kind, perhaps the equivalent of a dining room table. Although they appeared to be tables, they were a bit low to the ground to really be comfortable for standard dining.

Seeing this setup sunk the hearts of the captured pair; they were absolutely convinced that they were going to be tortured, sacrificed or eaten – perhaps all three. Several warriors stood guard with spears still aimed at their necks, and restrained their arms. A few minutes passed by, and slowly, other members of the tribe filed in the room and sat down. The silence was maddening to the couple as they stood there for what seemed to be an eternity awaiting whatever their fate was. Nightfall had arrived, and they wondered if they were ever going to see the sunrise again.

A little more time went by and the room had slowly become full; there were now probably at least three or four dozen people in the room. One could have heard a pin drop as they all sat quietly, most of them looking the couple over. Suddenly, several young women came in the room, all carrying what appeared to be coconuts. They were placed on top of a few woven baskets around the two tables in the center of the room. One of the women then motioned to the warriors to bring the female prisoner over to one of the tables.

The wife, sensing this was her last chance to say anything to her husband, blurted out "I love you" to him. One of the warriors covered her mouth firmly to keep her from talking, and tears began to stream out of her eyes. The husband told her he loved her too, and was also summarily silenced with a hand over his mouth, and then he was pushed over to the other table. They were shaking, not knowing what was about to happen to them, but knowing their fate was about to be revealed.

Unexpectedly, several people began to remove the wife's clothes; she screamed and started cursing herself inside her head for letting the stupid map fall into the water that morning. She tried to wriggle away from the people undressing her but it was absolutely hopeless. First her top was removed, followed with the ripping off of her swimsuit halter, and a necklace yanked from her neck - exposing a pair of bare bouncy breasts. She was then lifted up to have her shoes and socks removed and pants tugged down her legs. All of her clothes were thrown aside as they let her down back on her bare feet. She tried to lurch away one last time, and this only met with her little bikini bottoms being ripped off her body that much faster. She stood there and blushed in embarrassment as the eyes converged on her nude voluptuous body.

The husband watched helplessly as his wife had been stripped naked. He tried to reach out to help her, but was pulled back and restrained. And then to HIS horror, he felt his own clothes starting to be removed – he tried to fight it but it was just no use. He soon felt the eyes also zeroing in on his nudity; and powerless to do anything about it.

Both were forced on to separate tables on their backs; their arms were spread eagled and tied up to the table's legs. Neither of them had noticed that there were posts protruding upwards from the ends of the tables until now, and their legs were being spread outwards and upwards and tied to these posts. Oddly, their rear ends had been placed down on a heightened lump of animal skins; what seemed to be the equivalent of an elevated pillow on a bed. They lay there, totally restrained, naked, vulnerable and helpless – at the total mercy of these natives.

The sinking feeling in their stomachs became an anvil as the young native women began to hover over both of them, each picking up one of the coconuts. This was it; they are going to smash our bodies to a pulp, thought the wife. Both of them looked at each other one last time, whispered their goodbyes to each other and closed their eyes to await the inevitable.

A few moments went by, and nothing happened. But suddenly, something fluid-like started to dribble on their bare skin. They both opened their eyes and saw small streams of liquid dropping from the coconuts, which turned out to be containers with their tops off. A familiar odor hit their noses as they realized that coconut oil was being poured all over their bodies. What kind of sick ritual is this, thought the husband, why can't they just get it over with? The containers were put down after their bodies were very amply covered with this sweet smelling oil, and suddenly, a few pairs of dark brown/bronze hands began rubbing the oil into the couple's skin. Slowly and incrementally more sets of hands joined in. As more and more people began to participate in whatever they were doing to them, the wife noticed that both males and females were performing the rubbing on both herself and her husband. She became very confused as to what was happening, and suddenly screamed out, "WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO US?!"

A hand was put lightly over her mouth to quiet her down. She was still scared to death, utterly bewildered as to what was going on. Strangely, the hand over her mouth wasn't being forceful this time, but rather it almost seemed like it was being reassuring. She followed the hand and arm up to the person who was covering her mouth with her eyes and she found one of the young women giving her a very friendly look, almost glowing. She started to relax just a little, even though still petrified at the precarious situation she was in.

The husband was equally confused as more and more sets of hands began to rub the coconut oil into his slender body. Was this just some ritualistic cleansing preparation before sacrifice, or was it about something else, he wondered. He looked over to his wife and noticed the dark hands all over her milky body; her pale skin was already glistening sharply underneath the fire torches lighting the room. He felt a little ashamed to be a little admiring of how she looked covered in oil, but it was very quickly extinguished as he reminded himself of how dire this situation was and that he had no control over it.

On the other table the wife lay there almost in a trance in order to try screening out the horrors that awaited her, but a new problem was arising. As at least a dozen pairs of hands massaged over her naked body, she noticed that it was actually starting to feel very nice, and her nipples were hardening. She felt ashamed for even entertaining the idea that it felt so pleasant and relaxing, and attempted to put it out of her mind. But without warning, she felt more coconut oil hitting her body amidst the myriad of hands – the sweet odor of coconut pierced her nose as the added lubricant rendered her more silky and glossy. She then looked at the hands rubbing over her body, which she hadn't done to this point. It was probably a mistake. Beholding all the hands polishing her radiant skin just made her nipples respond more, and now the same woman that had smiled at her before was smearing oil into her nipples as well. It made her exhale erratically and the wife was losing her battle – she was now becoming turned on, even in the face of certain death. Her body was betraying her and forcing her to enjoy what was being done to her.

The husband by this point was encountering very conflicting thoughts; he could not put his wife's slippery shiny body out of his mind, and the multitude of hands rubbing him from his neck on down to the bottom of his feet was markedly distracting him from the peril he had been feeling. They weren't touching his penis directly, but the massaging of his inner thighs intermittently grazing his balls was having an additional impact. He tried not to think about it too much, but the sound of his wife exhaling in that familiar breath of getting in the mood hitting his eardrums finished off any hope of him dashing the erotic feelings forming in his mind. It horrified him to think she was getting something out of this sexually, but excited him at the same time. As his self control deteriorated, his penis began to respond to the thought of the wife and himself unwillingly being encompassed and manipulated to the point of being aroused by the arcing sensations coursing through their bodies. He felt a little ashamed because he knew at least half of the hands touching him were male, but his body was ignoring that fact and making him revel in it.

As time went on, the pair found themselves being driven to even more tenacious vibrations of desire. The unwelcome physical assault and accompanied guilt of allowing other people to invade the sexual sanctity of their marriage weighed heavily on their minds, but there was simply no turning back. Both found themselves swaying their hips and moaning uncontrollably in response to what was being done to them, and the sight of their pale bodies being maneuvered by dark savage hands was just adding to their excitement. Husband and wife were no longer thinking of how they were going to be brutalized or killed.


The Map



Neither of them was having their genitals massaged to this point. As enjoyable as this all had become, the couple was yearning for their privates to be touched and manipulated. The incessant rubbing down of sweet smelling oil went on and on, the feeling of every single hand drifting over their two bodies drove them even deeper into ecstasy as an inferno of ravenous lust began to perpetuate between their spread legs. The wife's nipples were looking like they wanted to explode in pure pleasure and the husband's cock was sticking wholly straight up into the air, outstretched and desperately beckoning anything to touch it. Maybe this was what the real agony was – sensual torment – their retribution for being invaders on an island they weren't welcome to.

For an eternity this seemed to go on, and now the "victims" were loudly moaning and purring for more. They had been coerced into becoming fully dissolute beings, their only purpose to enjoy the sodden pleasure they were being given. Both were tugging very hard at their restraints now; the longing for gratification becoming ever more desperate. The wife was moaning out "Please, touch me! Please," and eventually screaming for it. The husband was equally persistent in making his desires known – if only these natives could understand what "Fuck me now!" meant in English.

Then in one swift moment, for the wife, the torture ended. Coconut oil was splashed into her hot little slit and hands began teasing her lips, walls and clit. She groaned in utter delirium as her loins were finally getting the attention they so desperately wanted and it didn't take long for her first climax to swell over her charged body. She cried out in pure pleasure as the release of sexual energy rippled throughout her. Right as his wife's lusty orgasm hit his ears, the husband felt oil rolling down his shaft and onto his balls – the desperate longing for attention to his cock was finally ended. Immediately he began to buck his hips and moaning blissfully in response to the sensation of a slippery hand gripping his aching shaft and slowly stroking it up and down. It was absolute heaven, but the hand giving the special treatment seemed to feel awfully strong. He glanced at his shaft and saw that the devoted hand belonged to a male. It made him recoil some, but it felt so good, and there was nothing he could do to stop it anyway. His body simply forced him to flail his head about and moan even more ecstatically in response to it.

The wife also had a new moment of predicament. A woman was now lifting the hood of her clit and whirling her tongue around it, and although she felt wrong for letting another woman lap at her swollen pussy her thoughts gave away almost immediately to another building orgasm in her body. As the rest of the hands all over her body continued to saturate her skin and maintain the frenzy she was in, she suddenly felt the pressure and release – they were making her pussy squirt! She squealed in a very high pitched voice as her hot juices exited her wanton body.

The husband had managed to look over when he heard the familiar high pitched scream from one of his wife's female ejaculations and saw her juices squirt right into the face of a very pretty young woman. The sight of her hot eruption dripping from the young woman's chin and lips was unbelievable! He didn't have too much time to dwell on it as he felt a body getting up on him and a very warm wetness slide down over his swollen cock. It was an equally gorgeous woman, and the site of her dark brown bronzed body bouncing up and down on him made him close his eyes and howl loudly in animalistic lust. A few moments went by and again he heard his wife gasp in delight as a very muscular young male mounted her. The ensuing shrieks echoing with the flat smacking of flesh gave the husband chills up his spine as he realized the male was slamming his hard cock in and out of his wife, driving her brutally wild. They had lost all sense of reason – both husband and wife were getting fucked by total strangers and equally loved being violated by these natives, who were no longer threatening and menacing cannibals, but now beautiful sexy bodies giving them their full lascivious attention. The wife, now shaking her head side to side in constant orgasm saw the woman riding her husband's body maniacally, and this simply added to the sinister thrill of her own excitement and pleasure. They were both being thoroughly raped and loving every second of it.

But the sexing wasn't all-out just yet, and the husband was the first to find out. As that sexy woman bounced furiously up and down on him with hands still rubbing coconut oil into his yearning body, he felt someone hop up and climb over his face. He opened his eyes to find the very hard shaft of a cock dangling over his face! Eyes widened in dismay as the tip touched his lips, but fearful of refusing the male, he opened his mouth and let the cock slide inside. It was covered in that sweet coconut oil which softened the blow to the husband's ego, and actually made it seem more pleasurable. The copious stimulation of the rest of his body dashed his inhibitions as he began to suck on it in earnest, and before long found he enjoyed his mouth being fucked. The husband was so turned on now that he would do anything! He didn't care anymore. And his own orgasm building from the woman riding up and down on him made him enjoy it even more – not only was he thinking about cumming inside of her hot snatch he was also thinking about swallowing the cum from that sexy bronzed cock in his mouth. He didn't have to wait long on either affair – right as he felt himself shooting every drop of cum up into the young woman's belly, a hot series of spurts blasted down his willing slippery throat - swallowing and savoring every tasty bit of hot sperm fed him.

His wife was now also taking a sexy cock down her little throat, and seeing her husband just suck a cock off as beautifully as he did made her suck her young male more frantically. At the same time the incessant pounding of that engorged cock against her cervix was making her orgasm again and again. She began to moan loudly as the cock in her slit drove deep and shot its white hot sperm into her yearning little womb, making her climax yet again. As this happened, the cock in her mouth swiftly exploded, and she found herself greedily sucking in gobs of boiling spunk spurting into her mouth and letting it glide down her throat.

It was now the wife's turn to try out something new. As her oiled up body continued to run in overdrive from the hands still keeping her at a peak and not letting her recover, she got a deep kiss on her mouth from a very pretty young woman. She immediately rolled her tongue around the young woman's, and then shuddered as she felt another cock plunge deep into her pussy on the other side of the table. The woman unlocked lips with her, and stepped up over her shoulders on the table, and slowly lowered down herself on her face. The wife felt a few moments of revulsion at the sight of another woman's sloppy wet pussy pushing its way into her nose and tongue – she had never thought about it before much less done it. But the continuous intense spurring of her slippery body coaxed her to start tasting the bright pink lips, and it wasn't long before she couldn't help but lash out her tongue vigilantly to enjoy the taste of sweet pussy juice and coconut oil mixed together. Feeling the hard cock driving her to another fevered pitch, she soon was lapping with total abandon as she found her wanton tongue could not get enough of that hot inviting steamy slit poised in her face.

This was not the end if the wife's newfound pleasures however. As she eagerly lapped away on the woman's vagina and felt every thrust of the hard brown bronzed cock impaled deep in her own slit, she suddenly felt the ropes on her legs pulling her up slightly more. The pounding of her vagina stopped temporarily (although the penis remained implanted inside), and she started to feel a pressure on her slippery asshole. While fearful at first of what it might do to her, the cock turned out to be patient and loving. She began to realize these people were not going to kill her, that they just wanted to pleasure her in every way imaginable. As she felt the excitement of the newfound realization electrify her body even further, the cock slid slowly in and out of her sexy little bottom, every thrust causing oil to drop off his balls and run down her ass. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but it wasn't long before her body was responding to it. Soon his penis was thrusting fully in and out very easily, and the cock buried in her snatch began to piston in and out once more, in unison with the shaft invading her ass. The fervor in her body was now in full force as the cocks in her belly and ass were gaining speed and exponentially adding to her bliss. She licked the young woman's sopping wet mound even more robustly than before, and the love drippings from it were now running down her tongue and throat. Morals and reservations had now been completely whittled away and replaced with the torrid desire to be pleasured, no matter what sex it was - she was totally lost in sheer unadulterated lust.

Meanwhile the husband was getting sexed by yet another gorgeous amazon woman who had immediately replaced the one he had just exploded inside of, and lapping on the pussy of another beauty. But suddenly the ropes pulled his legs up more and having witnessed his wife getting introduced to double penetration and eating pussy, he knew what was imminent. He had never been penetrated before but he was so turned on and so recklessly lost in his own excitement that he deliriously wanted it. The woman on his rock hard shaft stopped and sat down all the way on him, and then he felt the head of a cock covered in coconut oil slide around his asshole.

He trembled in anticipation as he zealously licked on the drenched vagina in his face. He felt the head of the male's cock slip into his ass – it was very uncomfortable at first as it slowly drove in and out; inching deeper little by little. The woman on him flexed her vaginal muscles around his cock, and this helped him to relax. Before long his rectum was totally filled with that penis, long sexy strokes had caused the distressing feeling gave way to something very erotic and adoring. The woman resumed gliding up and down on him, and suddenly the feeling began to overwhelm his senses as the sexing of his body went to a whole new level. He soon brought the woman he was eating out to orgasm, and she was immediately replaced by another male – he was now taking a cock in his bottom and mouth with a woman riding his own swollen member. He was in utter heaven as the three bodies on him gave totally unimpeded lustful pleasure. Covered in slippery oil and locked in at full throttle, it now made no difference to him whatsoever that he was engaged in very bisexual activities. His nerve endings didn't have qualms or sexual preferences towards male or female anymore, it just simply no longer mattered at all!

His personal abandonment of right versus wrong and simply wanting anything and everything just made him adore those two sexy cocks slithering in and out of him even more. His body further descended into a quivering puddle of pleasure as the woman's vagina erupted in a fiery climax of juices gushing out of her slit and running down his shaft on to his tummy. He was totally lost in his own lasciviousness, loving every decadent moment of the pounding of his whorish body, wanting it to never stop. He managed to glance over at his wife, who now had cocks in all three of her love passages. Her cheeks were caved in as she sucked furiously on the shaft invading her mouth; her vaginal and rectal lovers now were violently rocking her hips back and forth, rattling her from orgasm to orgasm. The totally sex crazed look on her face demonstrated she was in total heaven and had forgotten about everything except the continuous unbridled sex she was being given. She didn't want it to stop – even if that meant she was going to be fucked to death in the process!

The two males inside the couple's rear ends sexed them long and amorously, both shooting their potent sperm deep into their taut little bottoms and making husband and wife scream out in total unadulterated pleasure as the searing liquids overflowed and ran down the fissures of their asses. Soon after the male inside of the wife's snatch deposited his own load of white hot sex juice deep into her belly, the husband inundated the woman riding him with yet another supercharged load of baby making fluid. And with impeccable timing, the pair received another teeming load of hot jizz down their throats simultaneously. Now completely turned into insatiable human fuck dolls, the cum covered spouses cried out to the natives for more attention as they squirmed salaciously on their tables in response to the legions of hands still rubbing sweet coconut oil into their delectable slippery bodies.

And to their good fortune, the steamy debauchery was not even close to being over. The six bodies they had just serviced were immediately replaced by six more. As the night progressed, it became as infinite as the surf on a beach – waves of bewitching sable skinned male and female natives voraciously ravaged the promiscuous inflamed bodies of husband and wife. Between each maddening surge, interludes of hands continued to massage the torrent of sweet coconut oil over their skin in preparation for the next tide of orgasms – each set more passionate than the last! The sexual pleasure they were giving and receiving went on and on and on. As every last droplet of sex nectar was pounded and milked out of their bodies, the couple was completely lost in an eternity of pure turbulent lust a world beyond what either had ever known.

...And they never wanted it to end...

...Well past sunrise the following morning, the couple woke up on the tables they had been repeatedly taken advantage of on, and were still very slippery from the coconut oil and all the bodily juices that had washed over and covered them the entire night before. They had been freed of their restraints, and not another soul was around. They looked around the camp, but the natives they had encountered were nowhere to be found – not a trace of them anywhere. Dumbfounded and disoriented, not even sure if what happened to them had really truly happened, they silently walked back up the trail to the beach where their boat was still moored on a tree. They bathed in the ocean before shoving off from the beach and then sailed back to the island where the resort was. Not a single word was said during the entire trip back to the resort. And truthfully, what was to be said? How could either of them even talk about what had just happened to them? It had gone beyond their wildest imagination of what lust really means and what it truly entails.

When they got back to their room, they showered and collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. They slept the remainder of the day and the entire following night. Neither one of them dreamed about anything.

The following morning the wife woke up to find her husband sitting out on the deck and blankly glancing out into the ocean. She sat down next to him, placing her hand on his thigh, which felt very soft from all the oil that had been rubbed in. He said nothing to her for a long time. Finally she asked him, "Hon, what's wrong? Are you ok?" He replied, "Yes I am ok but there's something I need to tell you."

"What?"

The husband sighed heavily. "I've discovered something really strange. You know that map we had when we took the boat out?"

"Yes, what about it.?"

He sighed again. "It came home with us somehow. But that's not what's strange."

The wife looked a little befuddled. "What, then?"

He handed her the map. "Take a look at it."

She pulled it out of his hands and scanned over it. The paper was no longer smudged in pink like it had been two days before, and as a matter of fact looked exactly like it did when the man at the dock had handed it to them. All the forbidden islands were clearly marked in red as before.

The husband looked at his wife and asked, "Was it real?"

She just looked at him blankly for a moment, finally saying "I don't know."

Several more moments of silence crept by when the couple decided to shrug their thoughts off and go get some lunch. As they stood up, both of them stretched. Neither felt any soreness or tightness in their extremities or orifices at all. How could that possibly be after all that had happened? The pair looked at each other, and then took a long glance out into the ocean once more, in the direction of the savage island they had been on. Both had a very puzzled gaze on their faces. Had it been real? There seemed to be no evidence at all to support it, except for the magnificent feel of their velvety skin. The only thing they knew for sure was they couldn't get the incident out of their minds.

A few days later, the same couple rented out another boat from the same dock. As they boarded the boat, the same man working at the dock approached them with a sly smile and said, "Do you need a map today?"

Husband and wife smiled back answering, "No."



The Marathon



"God I fucking hate Frank and Cheryl," I said as I hung up the phone. 

"What did they do this time?" Mo asked. 

"They just called," I said. "They wanted to tell me they were not coming down for my high school graduation. No congratulations, no good luck, nothing. Just that they can't find enough time in their busy schedules to come. Shit, I had a good mind to tell Cheryl right there that I was just about to fuck her baby sister. "

"Why didn't you?" Mo asked. 

"What?" I asked. "And miss out on seeing the look on her face?"

"Good point," Mo said. "I'd like to see the look on my big sister's face when she finds out I'm fucking her son. Hell, it would almost be worth it if she walked in on us. "

Just then, the phone rang again. I answered it. It was a friend from school, Paul Brighton. He wanted to know if I wanted to go to a "kegger" party hosted by a classmate whose parents were out of town for the weekend. I politely refused. 

"Who was that?" Mo asked. 

"Some guy from school," I said. "Wanted to know if I wanted to go to some party. I told him I wasn't interested. "

"Why didn't you want to go?" Mo asked, already kind of knowing what I was going to say. 

"Because I really don't see the point of it," I said. "A bunch of wasteoids standing around, getting drunk, tweaking, not exactly my style. Besides, these parties usually have uninvited guests, if you know what I mean. "

"I see your point," Mo said. 

"Besides," I added, "I don't really feel like going out tonight. I just want to get in a little surfing and stay in for the night. " 

"I know what you mean," Mo said. "I really don't feel like surfing, I'll just sit on the beach and watch you surf, and we'll send out for something. "

"Deal,:" I said. I went to change into my wetsuit, and Mo decided to change her clothes too. When we went down to the beach, Mo was wearing a white tube top and faded blue cutoffs, cut very short, like the ones Catherine Bach used to wear on "Dukes of Hazzard". Her hair was in a ponytail, and with the exception of translucent peach polish on her fingernails, she was wearing no makeup. Still, she looked hotter than any woman I knew. 

I paddled out and almost immediately caught a good wave. I rode it in, and paddled back out. I stayed in the water for just over an hour, getting some pretty good waves. When I came in, I gave Mo a kiss on the mouth. "Ooh, my big Kahuna," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. 

We walked back to the house, and I changed into a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top. We decided to get Mexican food from this new place about a block from the house, and discovered, to our delight, they delivered. We ordered, and watched an Australian Rules football game while waiting for our food. When it came, I answered the door, paid the delivery person, and included a generous tip. When the food arrived, Mo took the phone off the hook and disconnected the receiver, which only meant one thing. After we ate, I volunteered to clean up, which basically consisted of tossing the empty take-out containers and soda cans in the garbage can in the carport. When I returned to the bedroom, I sat down on the foot of Mo's bed, and took off my tank top. Mo sat on the other end, and put her feet in my lap. She gave me a bottle of nail polish, which was the same color she was wearing on her fingernails. I knew exactly what that meant. She wanted me to do her toenails. I don't have a foot fetish, but I enjoyed painting Mo's toenails. While I was shaking the bottle, she took off her tube top. When I was done with the pedicure, we watched some nature show while waiting for her nails to dry. The show was about the big cats of Africa, and when her nails dried, they were showing the mating habits of some species of cheetah. I began to kiss her, starting with each toe, moving on up the foot, and the calf, to the knee, the thigh, and I placed my hands on her hips and noticed there was nothing between her and her shorts. I unzipped and removed them and began to kiss her vagina. I must have done something, because as soon as I kissed her holiest of holies, she had an orgasm. Not a big orgasm, but an orgasm nonetheless. I think it might have had something to do with watching cheetahs fuck combined with the fact that I just kissed her from the legs to the pussy. 

I stopped just long enough to remove my shorts and boxers, freeing my dick, which was getting hard. I lay down next to her. "What's 9 inches long and harder than a diamond?" she whispered. 

"This," I said, mounting her and instinctively entering her. I buried my entire manhood in her waiting snatch, and we remained in that position for several minutes, neither one of us moving a muscle, just looking lovingly in each other's eyes and holding each other. After several minutes of this, we began thrusting slowly, and we gradually built up speed, and after a few minutes of this, I shot a load of cum, which caused her to have another orgasm. Keeping myself inside her, we began kissing passionately for a few minutes until I got hard again, and she responded by wrapping her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck. We lasted a half hour before I shot my load again, and still I remained inside her. She unwrapped her legs from my waist, and when my manhood again came to life, we rolled over so she was on top. She rose to a kneeling position, and rocked back and forth on me. I mean, damn! We've just fucked twice, and are about to go at it again for the third time! By this time, we forgot where one of us ended and the other one began. It was like we were Siamese twins, joined at the crotch. She was rocking back and forth, keeping my entire 9 inches in her holiest of holies. We kept this up for an entire hour, before her orgasm sent me over the edge, and I shot my load in her hot snatch. "One more time?" she asked, knowing full well what I was going to say. 

"I think I got one more," I said, and we assumed the missionary position, where we lasted 3 and a half hours. When I finally shot my wad, I was totally spent. I mean, I was completely numb from the waist down. I was barely able to muster enough strength to pull out and roll off Mo. I looked at Mo, her face was a combination of complete joy and total exhaustion. We both quickly went to sleep. 

Neither of us woke up until the following afternoon. Mo got up and put the phone back on the hook, and reconnected the receiver. Not 15 seconds later, it rang. I answered it. It was Paul, there was another party that night. I politely refused, telling him I was completely exhausted from the night before. 

"What the fuck do you mean you're still exhausted from last night?" Paul asked. 

I hung up the phone. "One of these days, I'll tell you all about it..."



The Marathon Man



A college in the Midwestern United States in the early 1970's

...

Chapter One: Yeah team!

It wasn't school spirit that led me to become an equipment manager for our college's track and field team, although I did like the school and did like sports. Maybe part of it was wanting to still be around sports, and having failed to make the freshman soccer team it seemed my own athletic career was over, but I knew the real truth.

I wanted to be in the locker room. Was it the camaraderie and the liniment? The taping of ankles and the good-natured ribbing? Hardly. It was the guys.

The fit young guys with their cocks swinging around - THAT was what I was there for. Of course, I had to be subtle about it, or else I would be canned or even worse, get my ass kicked. So I learned to be very slick about my ogling, going for the quick peeks instead of the long stares.

I never met a cock I didn't like, and there were a lot to be liked in that locker room. Cocks of every shape and size - well, not many of my size - but you can picture the scene. In the early 70's however, one didn't just announce to everybody that you were gay or even bi. Not at my college and not me.

There was one kid who ran cross-country who got my attention, because he reminded me of somebody I knew very well. Me. Not physically, because while I was about 5'10" and 170 pounds and fairly well-built, Kent Anderson was about 6 foot tall and, I don't know, 100 pounds?

I'm sure that was an exaggeration, but Kent was as thin as a guy could be. He looked to be all elbows and knees and he looked like a stork, which was how he got that nickname. He was a decent long-distance runner, competing in the 5000 and 10000 meter races, and usually finishing in the middle of the pack.

We had spoken a few times, and I learned that he was also far from home and even quieter than I was, which was saying something.

So while we didn't look much alike, we did share one very common bond. After watching him for a couple of weeks, I noticed that he was a lot like me in that he waited until everybody was out of the locker room before he would take a shower.

He tried to be subtle about it, staying outside to run more or going to the bathroom, and sometimes when people seemed to be loitering around he would just duck out without showering. It seemed familiar because that was my method of operations for years.

When you've got a dick that's smaller hard than everybody else is limp, you don't brag about it, so I was hip to what he was going through. Until you learn to live with it, there's nothing fun about having a dick that only measures about 4" at it's best.

I found myself wanting to get a look at the kid. Who knows, I thought. Maybe his dick was even smaller than mine? Wouldn't that be a hoot? Maybe we could even talk about it, and become friends. He seemed to be a loner too.

So it was that I devised a plan to check Kent out. This says a lot about how my social life was going at the time; that I would position myself inside the storeroom on a Thursday after practice, looking through a steel mesh window at a mirror, where I hoped to be able to see the reflection of a skinny 18 year old kid with glasses naked at his locker.

Unlike most of my plans, this one actually worked. I ducked into the storeroom and kept quiet, peeking out to wait for Kent to appear at his locker. Sure enough, after almost everybody had left, Kent comes down the aisle, looking around quickly before starting to strip.

Not much to take off, so it didn't take long. Glasses come off first and the t-shirt comes up over his head, exposing a pale and hairless chest that was perfect for a Charles Atlas "before" picture in his ads.

Then the socks and the shorts come down, and he's now clad in only a jock, but he has his back to the mirror so all I can see his his bony white butt.

I want to scream TURN AROUND! but I didn't. I did pray a lot though in those few seconds, and apparently it worked because just as he began to peel the sweaty jock down, he turned and accidentally posed for me.

There it was, captured in my memory for all time. The beige colored supporter coming down, exposing a modest tuft of golden brown hair not unlike my own, and then going lower, revealing his tiny twig and berries that he was so ashamed of.

..

Chapter Two: Well...

The only problem with that description was that it wasn't accurate, outside of the pubes. What Kent unknowingly revealed to me was not what I had pictured in my mind, but it certainly was the stuff that dreams were made of. To put it mildly, the stork was hung like a horse.

When I saw Kent's cock unfurl from wherever he had it tucked away in that supporter, I nearly fainted. His cock was a thing of beauty, impossibly long and while not exceptionally thick, was still of greater girth than one would have expected on his scrawny body.

His balls were rather amazing as well, his sac dangling loose and low between his legs, and as he turned to toss his jock in his gym bag, I may have made a noise, because Kent raised his head like a startled deer.

I held my breath until he turned and headed to the shower, and I didn't emerge until I heard a shower get turned on. At that point I emerged from hiding and fled the locker room, trying to get my heart to beat normally again. 

What am I doing? That was the question I asked myself after I left the locker room. What I really wanted to do was rip off my clothes and go into the showers after him, but something that made more sense was for me to go back in and do something that looked remotely like work related to my job, so I went back inside.

The shower was off, meaning that Kent was either in the drying room or back at his locker. Not noticing any wet footprints in the floor, I correctly assumed that he was still toweling off, so I sprinted to the supply room and brought out a bunch of stuff that I didn't need.

My timing was impeccable, as Kent was just coming around the corner to his locker as I went down the aisle in front of his locker. He looked shocked to see me, so I acted just as surprised as him, pretending that I thought the room was deserted.

"Didn't mean to scare you Kent," I said. "Thought everybody was gone."

"Sorry," Kent said, fumbling to keep the towel around himself as I approached. "I'll be done and out of here in a minute."

"No rush," I said. "I'm just getting finished here anyway."

I never saw anybody get underwear and pants on so fast in my life, Kent being so nervous that he didn't even bother to dry off. I felt so bad that I started to go about my business, but Kent got much more friendly after he pats came on and we ended up having a nice conversation.

When I suggested that we go to the rathskeller for a drink or something, I was stunned when he accepted, so we headed over and had a couple of sodas and listened to the jukebox for a while.

Kent was a really nice guy once you got past the wall he put around himself, and when I did I discovered a kid that was even more lonely, homesick and depressed than I was.

"You seem even more bummed out than me," I suggested after listening to him talk about his life on campus.

"I'm used to a lot of it," Kent said. "People making fun of me and stuff, because I've put up with that all my life, but at least I had my family back home. Here? I dunno. I'm doing alright in classes, but I'm not running very well."

"You came in fifth in the 5000 at the last meet,"

I reminded him, and he seemed surprised that I had noticed.

"I could have done better. I've been having a lot of calf problems. Think I pulled a muscle or something. I'm afraid that I might get dropped if I don't pick it up."

"At least you made the team," I said. 

"You play soccer, right?" he asked. "I remember seeing you practicing when I ran the cross country course earlier in the year."

"Played soccer," I corrected. "Got cut. It's a whole different game at college - a lot faster - or so I learned. I felt like I was running underwater here."

"It is a big change," he said. "Uh, do you live on campus?"

"Yeah. I've got a roommate who loves Blue Oyster Cult loud. Not conducive to study or rest"

"Mine hates my guts," Kent said. "I look so forward to the weekends because he goes home then."

"Maybe we could do something this weekend," I suggested. "Go to a movie or something?"

"Yeah!" Kent said excitedly, and he gave me his room number.

I took that as a good sign, because I was picking up some kind of vibe from him by the end of the evening. Maybe I was misreading it, I thought. Perhaps he was just a lonely kid like me. Maybe not.

...

Chapter Three: No Clockwork Orange.

"Did you see what's playing?" Kent asked me as we met outside of his dorm.

"Clockwork Orange, isn't it?" I asked.

"Man of La Mancha," Kent informed me.

"Oh," I said, not even knowing what that was about.

"Clockwork Orange ended last night," he explained, and since we were limited in our entertainment by what was playing at the campus rec hall, that left little else as an option.

"We could go up to my room and watch TV," Kent suggested.

"Sounds good to me," I agreed, so we went into his dorm and up to his room, which was as cramped and crummy as my own was, only without Blue Oyster Cult.

With his roommate out of town, he had the run of the place, and after we got into the room he showed me another side of himself.

"I know this is against the rules," he said, reaching under his bed and pulling out a wooden box. "If this bothers you, just say so.

Inside the box was an almost full bottle of vodka, and when my face broke into a big grin he relaxed.

"Bothers me?" I asked. "It would have bothered me if you had it and didn't tell me."

"I mix it with kool-aid," he said with a laugh. "Kind of dumb, isn't it?"

"It explains why that big pitcher always has a smile on it," I said. "I couldn't drink it straight anyway."

We made ourselves a couple of big tumblers filled with grape kool-aid and vodka, and the bizarre cocktails made All In the Family and Bridget Loves Bernie even better, and by the time we got to The Bob Newhart Show we both had a buzz on.

Kent go up to make us some more drinks, and when he got back to the beds we were sitting on he winced a little bit as he sat.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's just that calf muscle," he said. "Tightens up when I sit for a while. Probably hurt it worse today."

"Yeah. Good going with that fourth place yesterday. You're getting closer," I said. "You know, I've taken some sports therapy courses. Want to see if I can loosen it up for you?"

That might have been a bit of an exaggeration, since my knowledge of sports medicine consisted of knowing how to tape ankles, but if involved being able to get to touch Kent - even just his calf, it was worth trying to fake it.

"I don't know," he said.

"What have you got to lose?" I said. "Roll your pant leg up, or why don't you just take them off?"

Kent hesitated, and then started to unbuckle his trousers before stopping.

"Better lock this," he said, walking around me to lock the door. "Sometimes drunks come in the wrong room, and they might get the wrong idea."

"Good idea," I said, and pretended not to pay any attention when he took off his pants and folded them. 

Kent was wearing boxer shorts that were incredibly baggy on him, depriving me of any glimpse of a bulge, but that was alright with me. After he got down on the bed and lifted his troublesome leg, I peeled the tube sock off of his leg and went to work.

"I can feel how knotted your muscles are," I told Kent while I kneaded his calf.

"Want to use this?" he suggested, handing me a bottle of Intensive Care that he had in the night table drawer.

"Sure," I said, and after oiling my hands I began to really worked my fingers into his calf.

I marveled at how slender his legs were, and his wiry calves seemed to be about the same size as my biceps. Kent also seemed to have even less hair on his legs than I did, and while I always had found a hairy man erotic, there was something to be said for the smoother look Kent sported.

The more my hands massaged Kent's calf, the more humid the room got. I was trying to breathe normally, but the way my heart was racing made that almost impossible. It was then I noticed that Kent was making little grunting noises, and I thought that I must have been hurting him.

"Too rough?" I asked, stopping for a second to wipe my brow with the back of my arm.

"No," Kent grunted.

When I looked up at Kent, who was sitting up with his back up against the wall of the room, his eyes were screwed shut and he was biting his lip. As my eyes went down past his t-shirt and continued lower, I noticed that there was a very noticeable bulge in his boxer shorts along the inside of his left leg, and when I glanced up under the leg of the boxers I could see the head of his cock very clearly.

He was enjoying this, I thought as I resumed working on his leg. He was enjoying this as much as I was, the evidence being that his cock was getting hard, and pinned between his thigh and the underwear it had nowhere to hide.

I wanted to say something, but didn't want to break the mood in the room. The only sound besides the TV was our breathing and now Kent was breathing just as heavy as I was.

"Tim," Kent finally said. "Maybe you had better stop."

"I am hurting you, aren't I?" I asked. "I can do it gentler."

"It's not that."

"Then what?" I asked, and looking at Kent's face it seemed like he was distraught.

"I just don't - don't want this place to be like it was back home," Kent said.

"I don't understand."

"It's not something you could understand. It's - I don't want to chase you away. You're the only person I've met here that's even close to being a friend."

"Then you should be able to tell me what's bothering you," I suggested.

"What you're doing now," Kent said. "It reminds me so much of how it started back home."

"Go on."

"Back home, it was a lot like it is here," Kent confided. "People would either ignore me or make fun of me. That's why I started running. If I was going to be miserable alone I figured I might as well not do it hidden in my room." 

"Makes sense," I said. 

"Coach at school saw me running and suggested I try out for the team, and by last year I was one of the fastest runners in the county. Coach gave me confidence to do it. Without him I would never have gotten as far as I did. It even got me the scholarship for here."

"That's great," I said.

"At the regionals last year, he went with me downstate. We had a room at a hotel, and when I mentioned that my hamstrings were feeling tight the night before the race, he offered to work on them for me. It started out okay, but after a while..."

"You mean he did things to you?" I asked, ashamed at the erection I was getting over this story, and he nodded yes.

"You should have just told me no when I offered to do this," I told him, feeling guilty as I cradled his calf in my hands.

"You don't understand," Kent said.

"You said that he did things to you. It wasn't your fault that he forced himself on you."

"It wasn't like that. He didn't force himself on me. I let him do stuff, and then afterward when he wanted me to do things to him, I did."

"Did you like it?"

"No," Kent answered, and then corrected himself. "I mean, I never did anything like that before. I had never done anything to anybody - girls or boys. I didn't understand what was happening."

"Oh," I said as I listened to him rationalizing what had happened back then.

"I just told you I didn't like what the coach did to me," Kent said, looking me in the eye for the first time since he started. "That was a lie. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I know it's a sin and all, but it felt so nice to be touched by somebody. Please don't judge me, Tim. I don't know if that makes me a - you know. I'm just confused."

"Who isn't confused?" I said with a chuckle.

"Then please promise me that you won't tell anybody what I just told you," Kent pleaded. "I've been dying to tell somebody all of this for a long time but never had the guts." 

"Of course I won't," I assured him, and I felt his muscles relax at that. "Why would that make things bad for you at home though? Did you and your coach have a fight?"

"No," Kent sighed. "His wife came home unexpectedly and caught us - you know. I felt so guilty because they had been married for 30 years. She left him and word got around town fast exactly why. And I thought the abuse I got before that was rough! I've been hoping that word of mouth would never follow me out here."

"It won't come from me, I swear." I said. 

"Thanks Tim," Kent sighed. "I feel better getting that off my chest. I'm glad that you aren't judging me. For some reason I thought that I could trust you. Not many guys would still be in the same room - and massaging my leg no less - after hearing that." 

"We all have our little secrets," I told him, my eyes still fixed to the tip of his cock which was right at the edge of the boxer's leg opening and in particularly the pearl of seed which had oozed out of his cock. "Can I ask you one question though? Why don't you take showers with the rest of the guys?"

...

Chapter Four: Kent revealed.

"You noticed that?" Kent replied.

"I'm very observant sometimes," I told him.

"I'm very self-conscious about my body," Kent said. "Always took a lot of ridicule in the past, so I try to avoid other people whenever I can. I can't believe you noticed that though."

"I guess I noticed it because I've been that same way most of my life too," I admitted. "I was always ashamed of my body too, until recently, when I've just decided to let it all hang out and let people chuckle of they want to."

"Yeah, but it's no fun getting laughed at." 

"No, it isn't," I agreed. "I just don't know why anybody would laugh at you, unless they were jealous."

"Jealous of me?" Kent scoffed.

"I saw you in the locker room the other day," I explained. "I was hiding in the equipment room and watched you get undressed."

"You were?" Kent asked, and I felt my face redden at the admission. "Why?"

"I was curious," I told him. "I figured that because you were so modest that you might be built like me. After I saw you, I couldn't believe my eyes. You surely weren't built anything like me. Just the opposite."

"I don't understand."

"Stand up," I told Kent, and I leaned back to allow him room to rise.

My hands went up to the the snap at the top of his boxers while my eyes never strayed from the obscene bulge that ran down the inside leg of the briefs. I felt Kent's hand grab my wrists gently, and my eyes rose to meet his.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, and after a few seconds of us just staring at each other Kent slowly shook his head no and let go of my wrists. 

The moment was erotic that I wanted it to last forever. Unsnapping the top of the boxers and then the snap halfway down the fly, I took the briefs down as slowly as possible, enjoying the revealing of the little nest of golden brown hairs before the surprisingly thick base of his cock came into view.

Kent's legs were shaking as I made this delicious moment last as long as I could. Inch after inch of the shaft of his cock appeared, a light beige in color with a fat vein that made a serpentine path along much the length of it.

Then the ridge of his glans appeared, and suddenly his boxers cleared the rest of him. I ducked back as his erection sprang wildly up past my face, bobbing and swaying almost in the manner of a jack-in-the-box just released from confinement. The boxer shorts fell to Kent's ankles as my hands went up to grab his cock, his skin of his manhood hot to the touch and as hard as steel.

He had to be at least 8 or 9 inches long, and his gigantic tool curved noticeably to his right, giving it an even more imposing appearance. Kent's eyes were looking down at me in almost disbelief as my hands encircled the shaft of his cock while I was kneeling in near-worship before his magnificent organ.




The Marathon Man



"Tim - I can't - I'm gonna," Kent mumbled after I began running my lips up and down the crown of his member while my hands spun around the rest of him, his hands running through my hair as his knees buckled.

I didn't need the warning because I felt the surge run through his manhood just before his cock erupted, but I was ready anyway, letting his hot seed spurt down my throat while my hands milked what I couldn't fit into my mouth.

After I swallowed what felt like a ridiculous amount of his not-unpleasant cum, I let him go limp in my mouth. When Kent was entirely spent, I enjoyed being able to take all of his cock into my mouth, letting his soft pubic hair tickle my nose as I kept gently sucking his unit.

"Tim - that was so good," Kent said, helping me to my feet and hugging me. "I thought maybe you were - you know - but I wasn't sure and I was too scared to say anything."

"I wasn't," I said with a smile and a shrug.

"I know," Kent said. "Good thing. I'm not good at this."

"You're doing fine," I said, letting Kent pull my shirt up over my head and enjoying his long slender fingers caress my hairless upper torso before his hand slid lower.

"Now you know why I'm modest," I said after noticing a brief second of shock on Ken't face when his hand found my dick through the fabric of my pants. "Not much to hold on to is it?"

"I don't care about that," Kent said before kneeling in front of me and dropping my pants and pulling down my underwear, which were saturated with what my dripping dick that been depositing in them.

"It's beautiful," Kent said as my fears dissipated.

I didn't last any longer than Kent had, because after his lips slid up and down my dick a few times I came and came hard, making Kent gag at first with the force of my ejaculation before he recovered and gulped my seed down eagerly.

We ended up on Kent's bed, arms and legs wrapped around each other while we laughed about our lack of staying power.

"I thought I came fast, but wow!" Kent laughed.

"I have a habit of doing that, especially at first," I admitted. "I cum early and often."

"Good," Kent said, and when he felt our gooey dicks make contact he began to grind his hips into me. "Feels nice, doesn't it? Our dicks rubbing together like this?"

"Sort of like a worm dancing with an anaconda," I suggested, my commentary drawing a stern face from Kent.

"Don't put yourself down like that," Kent admonished me. "I think your body is wonderful. You're so much more muscular than I am, and so smooth too."

We did have to be the two least hairy guys in the world, but although I was usually attracted to hirsute men, I found Kent's relative lack of hair refreshing and exciting, not to mention the other thing he had in excess that I always was drawn to.

"What? Me saying that I have a little dick?" I said as I reached down and really got our stuff squished together. "Well, it's true. It doesn't bother me by saying it. In fact, you can probably tell how much it bothers me right now."

"Oh gee, you're getting hard again aren't you?" Kent chuckled when he felt my dick stiffen against his. "I can't get it up again that fast."

"It's a gift," I said, enjoying the feeling along the underside of my dick while I ground into Kent's cock and balls.

"You're gonna cum again, aren't you," Kent said, cuppin my ass with his hands. "Cum for me. Cum all over my cock."

It only took a minute, and Kent seemed to delight in having my face right next to him when I came, enjoying my facial contortions as I made our crotches even messier than before.

"Oh man Tim, I could probably cum doing this too," he declared.

"Take your time," I said, rolling onto my back so he could really grind his thickening tool into me. "We've got all night."

.....

Chapter Five: Up all night.

We didn't fall asleep until the sun was coming up, and during the night and morning we explored each other in every way possible. It seemed like neither of us could get enough of each other, and by the time we passed out we had done it all.

I got to experience something different for me. With Kent's having a bony little butt with almost no padding, my little stem was able to actually get into him, and I went at his ass like a wildman. It probably felt more like a finger than a cock to him, but he enjoyed my enthusiasm as much as I relsihed the sensation of being able to get more than the tip of my dick into a guy.

Kent took me anally as well, and it took a while to get him inside of me. That was more because of his fear of hurting me than the logistics of it. I had taken a bigger guy - a least a much thicker cock that Kent's before - but the weird curve of his over-sized member did prove a challenge at first.

Once inside of me, and thus assured than I was able to take him with no problerm, Kent settled in and gave me one of the longest and most satisfying anal experiences of my life.

Apparently having had a lot of expereince with his former coach, Kent began using his curved weapon like a master craftsman, churning his hips to create a corkscrew effect that had me in esctacy.

With me on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed and Kent on his feet and crouched over me, he mounted me like a praying mantis and worked that big cock inside of me so well that after a while I was taking all of him and wanting even more, and wanting it rougher too.

"Ream me with that horse cock of yours!" I gasped as he skewered me faster and harder.

"You like it, don't you Tim?" Kent grunted above me. "Man, you're taking all of me too. All the way right down to my nuts!"

"My dick. Grab it!" I begged.

"You're hard!" Kent exclaimed.

"Squeeeze it. Real hard. Harder!" I yelped, and when Kent's fingers clamped down on my dick I glance down between my legs just in time to see my beet-red pecker squirt my load all over the bedding.

"Oh man. You're too much," Kent said, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me, our sweaty bodies slippery to the touch.

"Did you cum too?" I asked, and got the answer when Kent straightened up and took his cock almost all of the way out of my ass before slowly impaling me with it again.

"No, do you want me to?" Kent asked.

"Not until you want to," I said, and then cried out when I felt Kent pull his cock out of me completely.

"Don't want to hurt you," Kent said, and I felt him slip a finger and then a second into my anus, which was probably gaped wide open.

"I'm fine. That feels good. Put them all in."

At that point I didn't care if he put his whole fist inside of me, because I was in heaven. Kent didn't, but instead went back to work with his cock. When he finally came, the feeling when he coated my cavity with his hot cum made me shiver, and it was after that when we finally went to sleep.

...

Epilogue.

We had a great time for over a month, enjoying each other's bizarre bodies every chance we got. Unfortunately, Kent suffered an achilles tendon injury during a meet, probably trying too hard to stay competitive while favoring his calf at the same time, landing wrong on one stride and ending his year.

He had to go home so that there would be somebody to take care of him while he recovered, and while I didn't know it for sure at the time, that was the end of us as well. Kent eventually transferred to a college near his home and according to him, things had calmed down back there and he was able to fit in fairly well.

It was fun while it lasted, and we got to believe in ourselves a little more in the process.

...

thanks for reading.



The Marauders



The crew of Heimdall's Sword, a Serpent ship of Torvaldsland, had beached their ship in a wooded cove on the western side of the island of Skjern. They had just finished raiding on the island of Hunjer and were moving to throw off any possible pursuit, not that the Captain was concerned overmuch. Heimdall's Sword was sleek and fast at 98.5' long, 12.5' wide with a keel depth of 3.25'. Her crew of 75 men plus 5 officers gave her a speed under oars of between 5 and 6 pasangs an ahn, and under sail of near 20 pasangs an ahn. 

The crew had beached the ship and some were resting while others were out fishing, having already gathered the fresh water needed for the continuation of the trip. So far they had avoided notice by the ships of Skjern thanks to a thick fog that was wrapped around the cove they were in. The first mate of the serpent, Gudrod, was making his way along the beach, but staying just inside the tree line when he heard whistling coming from up ahead of him. He dropped low and made his movements slow and cautious, fearing a patrol coming along the beach. As the whistling came closer though, he realized that it was a single person walking along picking up shells and putting them in a small basket. He froze behind a fallen tree, watching her under the trunk as she came ever closer. Quickly but quietly he pulled a long strip of binding fiber from his belt, watching her intently. He could tell, despite her cloak, that she was well fleshed, her belt cinched tight around her trim waist only serving to accentuate her build. Her braid hung straight down her back outside of her cloak, which was held on with a pair of brooches.

She knelt down and picked up a couple of more shells before rising and walking down the beach again. Gudrod followed her, watching intently, the binding fiber held in his mouth as he stayed out of sight behind her and in the tree line. He cursed silently as he saw her stiffen up, looking in the direction of the ship. He readied himself to move as he saw her walking slowly towards the cove where Heimdall's Sword was beached. He grabbed a small piece of wood and, with a heave, threw it out into the water behind her and opposite him, quickly moving so he would be behind her when he made his move. As the wood splashed into thassa, she spun in the direction of the sound, just as Gudrod intended her to do. He leaped from the tree line as soon as the woman started her turn, long legs pumping him towards her swiftly. She apparently heard him coming and turned back around while he was still a short distance from her. She opened her mouth to scream but was bowled over by him. 

He grabbed the fiber from his mouth and flipped her to her belly. Before she knew it, her hands had been wrenched behind her and bound securely with the fiber. He took her dress and flipped it up in the back, revealing her pale smooth ass. He slapped her ass sharply, drawing a cry of surprise from her before he reached down, his calloused fingertips sliding up and down her moist petals. He grinned at her moan and gently pressed one fingertip against her clit, stroking it lightly. Keeping her thighs spread with his knees, he watched her squirming under his touch with a smile on his face. He pushed his pants down to free his thick cock, giving it a couple of quick strokes. The anticipation of what he was about to enjoy caused his cock to swell and harden almost instantly. She jerked her head around from side to side trying to see what he was doing, knowing in her heart what was about to happen but praying that she was wrong.

He leaned down whispering in her ear, "I'm going to make sure I am the first one to enjoy you, my little captive." Then, gripping her belt in his hand to pull her hips up, his hand guided his thick throbbing cock to her damp tunnel. She wasn't ready so he was only able to get the engorged head of his cock into her. He pulled back and rubbed the thick head of his cock against her clit. She shook her head no, fear taking her voice, rendering her unable even to beg him not to rape her. He continued to tease her clit with his thick hard cock, occasionally testing to see if she was wet enough to enter by trying to push his thick cock into her. Finally he is able to work his hard cock into her tightness, rocking forward until half of his thick length is inside of her. "Please no. Please!"

He pulled back almost out of her tight pussy, pausing as if having second thoughts before driving hard back into her with a groan "Yes!" She cried uncontrollably as he drove into her again and again. His hips slammed against her ass with each driving thrust into her, his groans and grunts of pleasure growing louder as he felt her inner walls gripping his thick hard cock. He pulled her back to meet his thrusts again and again, his thick cock driving into her relentlessly. Within a few ehn, from his blazing lust and her gripping tightness, he gave a low groan and thrust deep into her, his hard cock jerking against her gripping inner walls as his hot sticky cum jetted into her tight hot pussy. He let go of her belt, dropping her back onto the ground and giving her ass another hard slap as his hard cock pulled out of her. He pulled his pants up and then flipped her dress down again. He moved from between her thighs and pushed them together, patting her ass as she whimpered in pain.

He grabbed another strip from his belt and turned crossing and binding her ankles together. He grabbed her dagger from the sheath on her belt and tucked it into his belt before lifting her to her feet, holding her there as he looked at her. "You keep it quiet now or it will not be good for you. Understand?" Gulping she nodded her head, unable even to speak. Speechless or not, she gave a squeal when he threw her up onto his shoulder and turned back towards the ship.

He came across a couple of crewmen as he walked along. They all stopped and talked quietly. "Gudrod, the Captain says all crew need to get back to the ship. We are sailing now while we have the tide." He looked at the woman over Gudrod's shoulder. "Who is that?"

Gudrod smiled and swatted the woman's ass, "I found this wandering along the beach," He said, laughing as she struggled in outrage at the slap to her ass. "She heard the crew preparing to leave I guess, so I grabbed her to cover our escape." The other crewmen laughed as they all fell into place alongside Gudrod moving back to the serpent.

As they came into sight of the Serpent, the Captain yelled from the stern, "It's about time you decided to come back. I was about to sail without you." He fell quiet as he saw Gudrod's captive over his shoulder. "What did you do, decide to try some chain luck or something?"

Laughing, Gudrod lifted his captive up, one of his fellow crewmen hauling her onto the ship as he climbed up the boarding rope. He took the girl back from his friend and carried her to the prow, setting her down by his sea-sleen bag before walking back down the open area to talk to the Captain, stopping to talk with him beside the mast. "I was wandering along the beach when I saw her. She was picking up shells and moving back towards the ship. All of a sudden she stopped and looked towards the cove where the ship is. That is when I jumped out and grabbed her." Gudrod looked up towards the front of the ship where the brown haired girl was gazing around the ship, a frightened look in her bright green eyes as the Serpent lurched, the men pushing it back out into the water. 

The Captain looked up to the front of the ship, chuckling, "I hope you don't intend on keeping that all to yourself. She looks like she would be a fun one in the furs." With a laugh the Captain shook his head, "She looks like she could have been a Panther Girl." He slapped Gudrod's shoulder and turned to head to the back of the ship. 

Gudrod chuckled and headed back to where he left the captive, sitting down beside her. He looked at her for an ehn before speaking. "What is your name? I am Gudrod, First Mate of this ship."

She looked back at him, green eyes blazing with anger. "My name is Aldis." The anger in her eyes grew even more as he chuckled.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Aldis, a definite pleasure." She tried to kick him as his eyes glittered, obviously remembering using her for his pleasure right there on the beach, but her bound feet hindered the attempt and he blocked it with ease. He reached down and grabbed her braid in an iron grip, pulling her head close to his, snarling, "Do NOT try that again. My good mood is a..." cutting short as she spits in his face. His free hand flashes across to smack loudly across her cheek. He grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it up, using it to wipe her spittle from his face. He pushed her back down on the deck, rising up and looking down at her. "Correction, My good mood WAS all that was keeping you from being bandied about to the rest of the crew. Now that good mood is gone as is that protection."

Her eyes got wide as the full implications of what he was saying began to sink in, "You can't mean..."

Gudrod nodded, "I can mean. And I do mean. Once Me, the Captain and the other 'officers' have had our turn with you, your use will be given as a prize to whoever I choose." He looked down at her from his standing position, the rocking of the serpent in the waves barely moving him as his legs seemingly bend and give with the ships movement. 

The look of shock and outrage on her face brought a chuckle from him, which only seemed to increase her anger. "My 'use'? My... USE? You talk as if I were a bondmaid or one of those," her voice drips with disdain, "silk girls." She looked around the ship at the crew manning the oars while others of the crew raised the spar up the mast to be ready to sail on the Captains orders. She didn't see him watching her as her eyes roamed the ship, so she didn't see the smile on his face widen as he saw the shiver course through her, the thought of some of these men possibly taking her for their pleasure bringing a twinge of unexpected excitement to her. She quickly hid it again, but Gudrod had seen the flash of curious excitement. 

Gudrod made his way down the narrow area between the rowing stations, stepping around the mast and heading towards the Captain standing at the steering oar. He looked out at the horizon, scanning for the signs of any ships. He looked around as one of the crewmen called to the Captain that the spar was set and the sail was ready to drop. The Captain called back to drop the sail and set all lines. The crew reacted quickly, the sail dropping from the spar with a thunder of rippling canvas. The gusting wind filled the sail and the crew responded by securing the lines to the sail and spar to maximize the effect of the wind. The rowers lifted their oars from the water and slid them inboard, laying them along the strakes. 

"Care for a game of Kaissa?" the Captain said turning to Gudrod. 

Gudrod shrugged, "Sure, I guess." He grinned and pointed back to the prow of the ship. "I will set the board up in the prow so you can get to know our little prize too." Gudrod walked back towards the front of the ship, grabbing the small ships board and the waterproof sack of pieces and moving up to the prow, setting the board down and sitting cross-legged beside Aldis. He set up the board, arranging the pieces and turning it so the Captain had yellow as He won the last game the two played. Looking towards the stern of the ship, Gudrod saw the Captain turning the steering oar over to another crewman, Leif by the looks of it, and heading towards the front of the ship. Gudrod watched as the Captain made his way towards them, lowering to sit cross-legged across the board from Gudrod.

Looking over at the bound woman, He nodded approvingly, "Definitely a fine catch, my friend." He grinned slyly, "Care to wager first use on the outcome of the game?" He looked over at Aldis, winking, "No worries. He can't beat me. You'll be with a real man soon if he says yes."

Aldis's green eyes flashed with anger as she listened to the Captain. "You SLEEN!" she spit between clenched teeth. "You..." She sputtered in indignation as Gudrod laughed.

"It is too late to wager her first use, Harald." He smirked as he looked from Aldis to Harald. "I already had that back on the beach before bringing her to the ship."

Harald stroked his long blonde beard, a thoughtful look on his face. "How about this, my friend," When Gudrod looked at him, he continued, "Since we are already playing with you the defender, I will be attacking your Hall." Harald paused for an ehn. "If I successfully capture your Hall, then the spoils of victory," he gestured to the bound Aldis, "Are mine to share out with my... Axes."

"Your 'Axes'?" Gudrod asked, looking confused.

Harald gestured to the two yellow Axes on the pegs in the board, "Aye, my Axes. Nils and Bjarni. If I win, Nils, Bjarni and I get to enjoy the fruits of our victory." He leered at Aldis, looking her up and down slowly.

Aldis recovered from her speechlessness at their conversation and snarled at him, "You, sleen! Are you not man enough to handle a woman yourself? Do you have to have your fellow sleen to help you? Even this ugly brute, "She said, jerking her head at Gudrod, "was man enough to take me on his own."

Gudrod and Harald both began to laugh at her outburst at the same time. Gudrod looked at Harald, "You're on Captain." He spoke louder as Aldis began to protest, "With one condition and a counter wager. She is not to be collared unless I decide to. That is my condition. As to the counter wager," Gudrod licked his lips, rubbing his hands together, "if I win, I want a week's exclusive use of Asa and Ran when we get back to the Hall."

Without an ihn's hesitation, Harald slapped his hand on the deck of the ship, "Done!" He looked at Aldis, "I'm going to enjoy this. Gudrod is asking for my two lustiest bondmaids for a week after just one roll with you, I will enjoy this greatly" He laughed when Aldis refused to answer him and just turned her back on him, watching the sky. He leaned over and gave her ass a glancing slap before turning his attention to the board. He lifted his Jarls Rider of High Tharlarion and advanced it diagonally one space. Gudrod responded by advancing his Second Spearman 3 spaces. Aldis looked back over, watching the two men playing. Harald went on the attack almost immediately. As the opening ehns of the game turned to ahns, Aldis watched in growing dread as Harald's Kaissa 'army' advanced across the board, clearing away piece after piece of Gudrod's defending forces.

Harald appeared to be moving his pieces into place to end the game when, with a wry grin, Gudrod moved his Builder forward a couple of spaces. He looked over at Aldis, then at Harald, "Capture of your Hall in 3." He leaned back and stretched, standing up and knuckling his lower back. 

Harald looked at the board and cursed quietly. "You win. Asa and Ran are yours for a week. Good game."

Aldis barked a sharp laugh, "HA! Take your bet and go back to the back of the ship where you belong, sleen. You won't get to 'use' me after all." She laughed even louder at Harald's expression. 

Her laughter was cut short as Gudrod spoke, his anger evident in his voice, "I will take the bondmaids when we get back to the Holding." He looked down at Aldis, shaking his head as he gestured to her, "You, Nils and Bjarni have fun, but like I said no collar or permanent markings. I'll stand a watch at the tiller to give you all some time to enjoy." He turned towards the stern of the serpent, heading to take a stand at the steering oar.

He stopped as Aldis called, "What?! You win and you're GIVING me to him anyway?"

"Yes. You need to learn when to be quiet. I know Nils will enjoy giving you a reason not to talk." He chuckled and looked to Harald, "Have fun, Captain," before turning to head to the stern, leaving the grinning Harald looking down at the shocked Aldis with an anticipatory gleam in his eyes.

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Harald grabbed Aldis's hair and dragged her on her knees to the front of the ship. There he threw her to her belly behind a small wall of bags and nets. He stood over her as she looked over her shoulder at him, strands of her hair coming loose from its braid. Harald pulled his 7and a half hort long, thick cock from his pants with one hand, stroking slowly back and forth along the rapidly stiffening shaft as he stepped ever closer to the bound Aldis.. Harald reached down and untied her wrists, leaving the binding fiber around one as he pulled it to the side and tied it to a bag. He grabbed another piece and pulled her other arm out wide to the other side and bound it to a belaying pin on the side of the serpent. He watched her struggle against the bindings holding her spread out in a leaned forward position as he walked around her slowly. His eyes glittered with a low hunger as he walked around in front of her, pausing as she struggled to admire her breasts as they shook back and forth with her exertions. "Yes, indeed. You are truly a beauty." He laughed as she looked up at him, her eyes going wide as she watched him stroking his long thick cock.

He stepped closer to her and reached down to grab her braid, roughly pulling her head back, "Open wide, slut. It's time for you to suck." She clamped her jaw shut and refused to open it, shaking her head, a terrified look in her eyes as he pulled her head closer, rubbing the engorged head of his cock against her full lips, tightening his grip on her hair when she tried to turn her head away. He released his cock and reached down to grip her jaw on each side, squeezing to force her teeth apart, pulling her head forward to force his thick hard shaft between her lips. He smiled as he began to pump his hips back and forth, fucking her face in slow shallow motions at first, letting her get used to the long throbbing cock pushing in and out of her mouth. Her protestations stifled by his invading cock vibrating the sensitive shaft as he slowly began to fuck her mouth faster, in longer thrusts, moaning in pleasure as his hand tightened in her hair.

The longer he fucked her face, the more pleasure he received from her mouth, the contact as nonexistent as she could manage at first, then, to her confusion, as she began to feel the excitement of the situation she found herself in, he felt her tongue caressing him timidly, uncertainly. The feel of her hot mouth responding to his thick cock pushing in and out faster and faster brought louder moans of pleasure from him as he humped her mouth with increasing excitement. Keeping his hand tight in her hair, he reached down with his other hand and cupped one full breast, squeezing tightly. His fingers tightened around her hard nipple, pulling it by flexing his hand on her soft smooth breast. Her low moan was muffled by the long thick cock pistoning in and out of her mouth faster and faster.

With a moan of pleasure he pulled his cock from her mouth, looking down at her. "I have to fuck you now little Aldis. I have to." He released her hair and stepped over the fiber binding her to the side of the ship. He walked around behind her and untied her feet, pushing them apart with his knees as he knelt down behind her. He smiled as he guided the thick head of his cock to her pussy, the sensitive head parting them to find her sex wet and waiting for his hard cock. "Ohhh, Aldis. It seems that you like having your mouth fucked. Let's see if you like having that wet pussy of yours fucked as much." Her head dipped as his thick cock pushed into her tight pussy, a low sob escaping her as he felt how excited his use of her had gotten her. He reached around and cupped one full breast in each hand, squeezing the soft mounds and hard nipples tipping them tightly.

He squeezed and pulled back as he leaned forward, ramming his massive cock deep into her in one abrupt thrust. His moan sounded loud in her ear as her head jerked back, a loud cry of pleasure escaping her, quickly replaced with sobs as he continued to ram his throbbing cock into her tight wet pussy. Roughly he drove deep into her again and again, pulling back almost from her drenched tunnel before pistoning hard back into her. He slapped one swinging breast sharply as he continued to ramfuck her tight wet pussy hard and fast, his fingers impacting hard on her stiff nipple, drawing a whimper from her lips as his huge throbbing cock continued to ram mercilessly into her gripping pussy. His thick cock battered into her again and again as he reached back, giving her smooth ass a sharp slap, drawing a cry of surprised pleasure from her as his thick shaft stretched her wet pussy with each pounding meeting of his hips and her smooth ass.




The Marauders



Her moans and cries of pleasures grew in volume and intensity with each slapping impact of their hips. As he continued to drive roughly into her tight pussy, his hand tilted around on her ass, his thumb lightly strumming her tight hot anal opening. His thumb pressed tighter against the dark star with each flitting caress as his huge cock continued to pull almost from her slickly gripping tunnel before hammering back into her ruthlessly. He felt her tightness growing even tighter with each battering plunge as her body grew ever closer to succumbing to its pleasure. Suddenly, with a hard thrust, his throbbing cock drove deep into her as his thick calloused thumb plunged fully into her tight hot ass.

With a shriek fit to alert the gods themselves of her pleasure, she came, the combination of the huge throbbing cock powering into her tight pussy and the surprising stab of his thumb into her ass driving her over the edge into bliss. Harald continued to work his thumb in and out of her tight ass while he thrust his throbbing cock into her quivering pussy. The feeling of her orgasm coursing through her tight tunnel milking his invading cock with each driving thrust until, with a loud growling moan, he rammed deep into her, his thick cock pulsing against her tightness as the first stream of his hot sticky cum sprayed into her. She relaxed against the bindings holding her spread-eagled as the pleasure of her orgasm left her drained, his ramming thrusts slowing as his own orgasm ran its course. 

As his cock drained its hot sticky load into her milking pussy fully, he pulled back, his cock and thumb sliding from her tight gripping holes simultaneously, drawing a soft sigh from her and him both. He stood on unsteady legs and walked around in front of her, stepping over the bindings holding her arms. He grabbed her braid and pulled her head up, "Suck me, slut. Clean My cock." He again pulled her lips to his thick cock. This time her tongue slid out of her mouth slowly, licking around the ultra-sensitive head of his cock before sucking it slowly into her mouth. 

He held his hips still and let her slide her mouth back and forth along his spent cock, her tongue licking around it slowly, cleaning the mingled juices of their pleasure from his flaccid shaft. Harald watched her soft lips slide back and forth along his cock until her juices were cleaned from its spent length. He then released her braid and tucked his cock back into his pants. "You're such a pleasing roll. And not even a slave. Yet." He laughed and stretched, looking over her lingeringly, his eyes glinting admiringly. "I will send Nils and Bjarni back here for their turn. They like going at the same time. Sometimes they fuck a girl's mouth and pussy. Sometimes it's her mouth and ass, and sometimes it is her ass and pussy. Either way I am sure you will all enjoy the ride." Aldis looked up at his words, a look of shock on her face as he described what his two Axes might do to her. Harald stepped back over the binding fiber holding her spread out and walked along the center of the ship. She watched over her shoulder as he walked, stopping to talk to two large sailors who looked strikingly similar to one another. She shuddered involuntarily as the two turned and started towards the front of the ship.

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Nils and Bjarni made their way to the front of the ship, stepping past the mast and their fellow crewmen as they headed for the makeshift wall. They barely paused as they came around the bags and saw the nude woman bound spread for pleasure, apparently still only a free captive as she wore no collar. Nils walked around in front of her and looked down, the smile on his face growing wider as he looked over at Bjarni, who was moving in behind her.

"She has a wonderful set of lips on her, Bjarni. I'm going to enjoy fucking her mouth." He laughed as he looked down at the shocked expression on her face before looking back at Bjarni. "Which are you going to use?"

Bjarni shrugged as he untied the laces of the skin pants he wore, "I don't know. I guess just whichever the mood strikes me to enjoy." He reached down and gave her soft sweetly rounded ass a sharp slap as he moved down to his knees behind her, one hand stroking his thick cock. She squirmed and pulled against the ropes binding her wrists, an indignant sound escaping her lips at the slap to her ass. 

Nils laughed again as he moved in closer to her, untying the laces of his skin pants. "From the looks of it earlier, the captain already let you suck a cock. Now, though, it's time for you to suck a real cock." He pulled his cock out of his pants, watching her reaction as the huge shaft, not even fully hard and already larger than the captain's, is revealed. He reached out and grabbed her braid, snatching her head up to look at him. "Suck my cock free slut. Do a good enough job of it and I will let you choose which opening I fuck next. If you don't do a good job, I will just choose and let you find out when I ram it in."

Bjarni, as Nils said 'ram it in', rammed his now hard cock fully into her drenched pussy in one sudden thrust, his moan and her gasp sounding at the same time as his 6 hort long cock filled her. "By the gods, she's hot and wet." He gripped her hips tightly and began to ram hard and fast into her slick tunnel again and again, his balls slapping against her clit with each rough driving thrust into her tight pussy.

Nils, his almost 9 and a quarter hort long cock hard and throbbing now, pulled her lips to its engorged head. "Start sucking captive." He held her head tightly as she tried to shake her head 'no', unable to imagine that huge cock between her lips, when Bjarni gave her ass another hard slap. The ihn she parted her lips just a little to moan, Nils pulled her head forward, forcing the huge purple head between her lips. He pulls her head back and forth, not moving as he lets her get used to the sheer bulk of the cock in her mouth, using only her hair and the force of Bjarni's thrusts into her tight pussy to move her.

Bjarni moans as he continues to drive into her gripping pussy, his thick cock throbbing against her slick tightness as his hips slam roughly against the cushions of her ass. He roughly brings one hand down on the soft curvy mound as his cock pistons into her, a muffled moan coming from her throat as Nils keeps pushing a little more of his huge cock into her mouth every few ihn.

Nils began to slowly work his cock in and out of her mouth steadily, her tongue almost unable to move against its thickness except when it's almost pulled out of her mouth, fucking her face slowly with his massive hardness. He moans his pleasure lowly as he watches his girth slide in and out of her mouth, her tongue flicking around the sensitive head as it is almost pulled out of her mouth before being pinned under its thickness as he slides it back in, her moans of pleasure at Bjarni's taking of her vibrating his thick cock wonderfully as he pistons in and out of her mouth.

Bjarni moaned with each deep thrust into her clenching pussy. His hips meeting her ass harder and harder as his pleasure built and increased even more. His hands gripped her smooth ass tightly as He continued to ram into her tight wet pussy, slamming faster into her with his long thick cock as Nils fucked her mouth with as much of his enormous cock as he could push past her lips. His hands knead her warm firm ass while he continues to drive roughly into her gripping pussy, grunting with the force of his thrusts into her tight wet pussy.

Nils gripped her hair tightly, fucking her face in slow strokes, sliding as much of his monstrous cock into her mouth with each thrust as he could, enjoying her moans of pleasure as they vibrated his sensitive cock. He tilted his body a bit, still pulling her mouth back and forth along his throbbing cock as he slapped, then cupped one soft breast, pinching the hard nipple tipping it. Swapping hands on her head, he cups the other soft breast, pulling the hard bud tipping it as his cock slides in and out of her sucking mouth. He grins wide as he looks over her shoulder at Bjarni.

Bjarni, his hands gripping her ass tightly, spread the smooth, well-pinked cheeks. Looking up at Nils, he groaned, "I've got to fuck her ass now. I can feel it calling for a hard cock in it." He laughed as she tried to shake her head 'no' against the grip Nils had on it as he pulled his throbbing cock from her slick tight pussy, raising up to a squat and guiding his engorged head to her tight puckered ass, barely pausing before he rams into her, 2 horts of his cock forcing the muscular rings of her ass open and pushing into her hot ass. She bucked away from his rough thrust and as he pulled back to thrust into her again, his thick cock popped from her tight ass. He quickly pushed the engorged head back to her tight ass and thrust deep into her again, his hands gripping around her hips to keep her from getting away this time. He pulled barely back before ramming deeper into her tight ass, near half of his throbbing cock pushing into her gripping nether hole before rocking back and, with a tight grip on her hips and a hard thrust, drives his throbbing cock fully into her, his balls slapping against her wet pussy as he drives fully into her gripping ass.

Nils grinned and pulled her head back a bit, winking at her, "Now you're going to get fucked double style." He pulled her mouth away from his cock and looked at Bjarni. "Watch out, Bjarni. I'm going to fuck her pussy while you take her ass." He lay down and slid his hips between her thighs, one hand guiding his thick cock to her glistening slit. As Bjarni pulled all but the thick head of his cock from her tight ass, he slid his huge cock into her tight wet pussy. He moaned loudly as Bjarni rammed his thick meat back into her tight ass, pulling back as he bucked his hips upward, driving his over 9 hort long cock fully into her slick gripping cunt. He reached up to cup her soft breasts as they swung before his face with each pistoning thrust into her tight body, leaning up to bite one hard bud, pulling it with his teeth as he and Bjarni alternated thrusting hard and rough into her.

Bjarni groaned in pleasure as he felt Nils' huge cock driving into Aldis's tight pussy as he pulled his own thick cock back almost out of her tight ass. The double sensation of another cock pounding into her tightness as he rammed into her drew low moans and groans of pleasure from all three of them as they continued to ramfuck the captive relentlessly in both of her lower openings. He reached down and gave her right ass cheek another sharp swat, following it up with one to the left cheek, causing her to buck deliciously against the two cocks impaling her tight holes. As he continues to pound into her tight ass he feels Nils's huge cock rubbing against his through the thin membranes separating the two thick throbbing shafts from each other. One hand grips her ass while the other slips around her, moving between her thighs and strumming her clit as Nils rammed roughly up into her tight cunt.

Nils moaned in pleasure as Bjarni's fingers began to strum Aldis's clit, causing her to writhe in pleasure on the pair of thick cocks powering into her, her tight pussy clamping down on his throbbing cock even tighter as she came, the alternating thrusts of his and Bjarni's cocks driving into her increasing the force of her orgasm until she strained incredibly against the ropes holding her spread out, her cries of pleasure loud and intense as they kept on with their relentless ramfucking of her. He pulled his long thick cock almost out of her, leaving only the engorged purple head within her tight tunnel before ramming hard back up into her, driving his long thick cock back fully into her tight pussy.

Bjarni's fingers continued their dance on her clit as his cock kept up its relentless stabbing into her tight ass, his moans growing louder as he felt her cumming through the thin membranes of her ass. As Nils continued to bite and nibble around her hard buds, Bjarni's thrusts grew faster and faster, his pleasure taking over and breaking the smooth rhythm he and Nils had gotten into, making it where every few thrusts both long thick cocks were driving hard into her body simultaneously. 

Nils moaned loudly, vibrating her hard nipple as he continued to ramfuck her tight hot pussy, his cock slamming into her at the same time as Bjarni powered into her tight ass. His thick cock throbbed against her tight walls with each driving thrust up into her gripping heat as Bjarni drove down into her ass, the muscular rings there clenching tight around his invading cock. Nils bit almost roughly on one hard nipple as he slapped the other one, a glancing blow with his fingertips. Her moans, quieter now, kept pace with their ceaseless fucking as her head drooped, the intensity of her orgasm having drained her.

Letting a deep groan escape from his lips, Bjarni rammed hard into her tight ass, his cock pulsing against the gripping muscles as stream after stream of his hot sticky seed jetted from his jerking cock to fill her tight hot asshole with the evidence of his sated lust as he continued to ram roughly in and out of her. His hips slam against her ass, driving her back and forth on Nils thick hard cock as he arches his back to drive up into her tight cunt while Bjarni cums hard in her tight ass. 

Nils felt the pulsing of Bjarni's cock against his as Bjarni cums in Aldis's ass, the man in the back slowing his thrusts as his cock spends itself fully within her gripping ass. Nils continued to drive ruthlessly into her tight hot pussy, feeling it tight around his cock as he began to feel the stirrings of his own release. With a low moan he felt Bjarni pull his spent cock from Aldis's ass, one large rough hand coming down sharply to slap her smooth soft ass.

Bjarni pulled back and stood up, pulling his pants up. "You are almost pleasing enough to be a slave, Aldis. ALMOST." He turned for the back of the ship and stepped over Nils' legs and headed back to his spot, disappearing.

Nils laughed hearing Bjarni and seeing Aldis's reaction to his statement, His hands moving down to grip her ass tightly, ramming roughly up to piston in and out of her tight slick pussy again and again, her body bouncing away from his thrusts only to be pulled back to meet them. 

As Nils continued to ramfuck her hard and fast, she called out her own body's need to cum again, her gripping cunt milking his thick cock again and again as he rams ruthlessly into her, his moans vibrating her hard nipple as he feels his release building closer and ever closer, his thick cock thickening slightly as he powers roughly up into her tight pussy until, with a low moan of pure pleasure, his teeth close tightly on the stiff bud as his thick cock pulses against her inner walls, a white hot stream of cum spraying into her tight pussy as he continued to power into her hard and fast. His thrusts continue until his thick cock is spent, her gripping pussy filled with his hot sticky cum, the thickness of his cock forcing some of his pleasure out to coat her glistening petals. 

With a groan he pulled his spent cock from her tight pussy, sliding out from under her and moving to stand up beside her head again. He ran his fingers down his thick cock and rubbed them along her lips, watching with a smile as she licked her sticky juices from them. He stood right beside her and growled "suck my cock clean slut."

Unable to speak she nodded and extended her head towards his thick spent shaft, her tongue snaking out to lick her hot sticky juices from it. She ran her tongue and lips up and down its thick length, replacing the hot sweet juices of her arousal and pleasure with her slick saliva before he stepped back and returned his cock to his pants. He reached down and patted her cheek fondly. "You are a hell of a roll in the furs. Gudrod found himself a treasure here. You will make one hell of a bondmaid given a collar and a brand. 

With a final look back at her, he blew her a kiss, brushing it to her from his lips with his fingertips and winked, stepping over the fiber holding her up and headed back to flop tiredly down beside Bjarni.

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Aldis hung from the binding fiber that had kept her stretched out, immobilized for the pleasure of the three men, her body tired from their pleasure and hers. Her jaw was tired from being stretched out by Harald's cock and then that monster Nils called a cock. Her ass was sore from the spankings and from Bjarni's thick cock ramming into it roughly and ceaselessly and his hot cum was running from her abused ass. Gudrod, Harald and Nils had enjoyed ramfucking her tight pussy and, to her embarrassment, she had enjoyed being fucked by them. She didn't know what the future held for her at the hands of these marauders, but she now knew why the bondmaids were always smiling and happy. 



The Marble Game



Preface:

Here is a game my wife and I have come to enjoy. It is our modification of the "marble game" (with many thanks to all of the people posting there own versions in the past). Ours incorporates many of the fetishes that both my wife and I share and enjoy (mostly with her being dominant) as well as more mundane choices, made more exciting by being part of this game. We have found this to be an interesting/exciting way of acting upon "kinky" sex in a form she likes and when she feels she wants it.

General description of the game-

We use the flattened, colored marbles you can get at any craft store. There are 6 green, 5 blue, 5 yellow, 3 red and 1 brown. The bottoms are marked with a letter code. We have a wooden box and any night my wife feels the desire to initiate the game, she will mention to me to "check the box". If I would prefer not to play for that evening (I am not feeling well or am overly tired, for example) I will say so but not peek in the box-- thereby allowing her to keep what her interest for that evening was to herself.

If I "accept" her offer for a round of the game I will check the box for what to expect. One "action" marble and, at her discretion, possibly a red and/or brown "JOKER" marble (see below) will be in there when I look. Listed below are what the marbles signify in our game. Of Note-- regardless of what happens with me, she ALWAYS gets to have at least one orgasm. 

We have a leather bag containing the following for her to choose from--

GREEN MARBLES (6):

Straight "her on top" sex; I orgasm inside her.

Straight 'her on the bottom" sex; I orgasm inside her.

Oral sex for her; I masturbate with her watching.

Oral sex for her; Oral sex for me.

I Rub her to orgasm; She rubs me to orgasm.

Oral sex for her; Oral sex for me

BLUE MARBLES (5):

Oral sex for her + she masturbates for the second orgasm (a way of her choosing while I watch); I masturbate with her watching.

Oral sex for her + "her on top" sex; I orgasm inside her.

Oral sex for her + "her on the bottom" sex; I orgasm inside her.

She will masturbate in a way to her choosing, under the covers while I watch (but am denied seeing her body!!); I masturbate while she ignores me (she usually will roll over on her side in bed, facing away from me)

She will masturbate in a way to her choosing, with me standing at the foot of the bed facing away from her (It drives me crazy to only hear but not see!!); I masturbate facing the corner and must dine afterward as she watches (now fully dressed, of course).

RED MARBLES (3):

There are three red marbles to be used at her discretion (but must all be used during the course of the game). This counteracts my orgasm for that night. She receives the pleasure listed for the green or blue marble but I am denied an orgasm for the night (although she teases me and has me rub myself to the frustrating edge!). So simply, of the 11 marbles (nights) listed above I am assured to be denied an orgasm 3 times (yikes!)

BROWN MARBLE:

There is one brown marble which can be used as often as my wife likes. Her pleasure with this choice-- Analingus, freshly showered or otherwise. This may not be your cup of tea but this is a very submissive feeling for me and she enjoys the pleasure and power. Enough said.

YELLOW MARBLES (5):

The Dreaded yellow marbles (my wife loves them!) are straight forward-- My wife enjoys her orgasm, determined by the listed action, and I roll the dice! After she orgasms, she will decide which number(s) I must roll in order to have an orgasm that night (using 1 six sided die). A bum roll and I am denied for that evening. Depending upon her mood, it may be a single number or up to a maximum of 3 (50% chance).

A) Oral sex for her + she masturbates for the second orgasm (a way of her choosing while I watch); I masturbate with her watching.

B) Oral sex for her + "her on top" sex; I orgasm inside her.

C) Oral sex for her + "her on the bottom" sex; I orgasm inside her.

D) She will masturbate in a way to her choosing, under the covers while I watch (but am denied seeing her body!!); I masturbate while she ignores me (she usually will roll over on her side in bed, facing away from me)

E) She will masturbate in a way to her choosing, with me standing at the foot of the bed facing away from her (It drives me crazy to only hear but not see!!); I masturbate facing the corner ad must dine afterward as she watches (now fully dressed, of course).

To keep it interesting, all action marbles and red marbles must be used and removed from the bag, until all are gone, and the game restarts. So with the 16 action marbles I will be denied 3 times (red marbles) and up to an additional 5 times (yellow "roll the dice" marbles. So I will be able to orgasm at least 50% of the evenings, or um, ONLY 50%.

One additional aspect of our game: My wife may have additional orgasms any night after first completing the listed orgasm on the marble. We also add a twist several mornings a week (usually the night after a game session)-- I perform oral sex on her before I shower for work and she happily drifts back to sleep....

Any comments, suggestions or feedback is welcome. We would like to hear of similar types of games or "scenarios" other couples have tried and enjoyed. Drop a comment if you enjoy ours. Thanks.



The Marine



She knew I was a former U.S. Marine. She was often frightened by the sight of some of the weapons I carried, or that were in my home. Yet at the same time, I think they were a secret, almost forbidden turn-on to her. I looked forward to the day I would introduce them into our already steamy lovemaking. I didn't have to wait long.

I heard the tapping of her stiletto heels ascending the concrete steps that led to my lair - close enough to civilization, yet far enough away that she could scream out her loudest, longest orgasms with zero inhibitions. That made me cum even harder, every time.

I waited for her in my dark bedroom, her favorite Celtic music playing throughout the house, candles glowing everywhere, and the air conditioning set so low her nipples couldn't help but stand and salute me every single second. I heard her let herself in. I heard the clinking of glasses as she made us each a good, stiff drink, like the good little whore always did before joining me for a good fucking. I felt the familiar throb in my cock as it waited for her soft, curvy body.

"Good evening, sir," she whispered as she entered the room, her soft, dark hair running the length of her back. She set her drink down, and put mine to my lips, just like she had been instructed to from day one. I filled my mouth with the liquor, then passed it back to her as I went for mouth to mouth. She swallowed, over and over and over.

"That was my cold cum, whore. Don't worry, you'll be swallowing my warm cum soon enough." My eyes stared at every inch of her. She was a beauty. Lean, tanned legs that went on for miles, hips just that perfect width for grabbing tightly from behind, and an ass that men only dream of. Her thin waist melted in my enormous hands, and her natural, full breasts were indeed already sporting highly stiff nipples.

"You always stare at me as if you're scripting every move you're going to make," she said as she downed her entire drink. She was, by no exaggeration, an easy lay. One swift drink, and she was always everything and anything I wanted her to be.

"Oh, I'm scripting, alright." I sat up on the bed and hoisted her to her knees in front of me. "I am one hell of a horny bastard tonight, and I hope you have plenty of energy, because you're going to need it." I stuck a finger in her mouth to be sure it was wet enough, and she sucked it like it was my aching cock. I grabbed her long hair at the back of her neck and forced her head down onto my already swollen shaft. I controlled the movements with my hand – hard and fast, and all the way in. Each sigh and moan she emitted vibrated on my dick, extending it nearly to its max. Then I withdrew my hand to let her breathe briefly.

"I want you in full military gear tonight. Go down the hall. It's all set up for you. Put the rifle over your shoulder." There was that look of fear in her eyes again. She hesitated. "Now!," I yelled, calling on all the volume I could get from my middle-aged, six foot five inch, tattooed, 350 pound frame. I held back my laughter as she slithered off the bed in fright. I knew she would have to pass my Harley which I always kept in the interior hallway of my lair. I had purposely set out a few of my handguns on the seat so that she would see them...a hint of things to come. While she was gone, I dressed myself only in my fringed leather chaps, and set up an arsenal of weapons around the bed. I kept handcuffs nearby, too, but hidden. A blindfold was in my hand, awaiting her return.

She appeared in front of me exactly as I pictured her to be dressed. It's amazing what one can find in kinky little stores these days. There she stood, still in her heels, but now adorned in fatigues: a micro mini skirt which showed off her sexy midriff and half of her ample ass, a matching peek-a-boo bra which allowed her heaving tits to spill over, and the loaded rifle was over her shoulder. I made her stand there at attention while I grabbed my cock in my hand and got it primed.

"Tonight is going to be like no other night you've ever experienced, " I said to her, my voice sounding quite dictatorial. "The only words you are allowed to speak tonight shall be 'Sir, yes sir.' Understood?" With tremor in her words she repeated as I instructed. "And tell me, slut, what is that word that hookers call their tricks?"

"Johns, sir," she stated in a hush. "That's right!" I exclaimed. "Johns! I may ask you to call out my name, and tonight it will be John, you slut. Got it?" "Sir, yes sir." I smiled a Cheshire cat grin just hearing her say those words again. I took my leathered ass off the bed and went to her with the blindfold. I tightened it around her head, then removed the rifle from her shoulder and put it in her hands, moving them for her along the barrel the way I wanted it stroked as if it were my stiff rod.

"Now ride it," I directed, "but carefully or it could go off and ruin all of your fun parts." She took the rifle confidently, and began to run in between her legs, surprising me as she began to moan. I circled her as she performed, taking the leather fringe from my chaps and beating her tight skin to make her ride the rifle harder, and until I felt it was enough. "Nothing like the feel of gun metal on a pussy, eh slut?" I loved the military response she was now easing into freely. I led her to the bed and handcuffed her hands over her head, laying her on her back.

I proceeded around the room loading and cocking each of the rifles I'd set out, slowly, one by one, listening to her moan with pleasure. I knew they were a secret turn-on for her. "My pussy is wet for you, John," she sighed. I climbed up on the bed and with a fever, flipped her onto her stomach.

With her bare ass exposed, I whipped her tight cheeks repeatedly. "I said I'd tell you when you could speak, bitch." I pushed her thighs apart, put her ass up in the air and got my face underneath her dripping pussy. "For that, you're gonna get a licking," I said sternly, though I knew we were each going to enjoy it immensely. She knew I adored shaved pussy, and she kept hers baby soft. Her clit was just waiting for me to suck and bite it, and the thrusting of my tongue into her vagina made it pour like rain all over my face.

I flipped her around onto her back, and ripping the bra off, wiped her own juices all over her swollen tits, thrusting my cock in between them as she moaned louder and louder until she let out one of her infamous loud orgasms. "Time to thank me, baby," I said.

"Oh, John!" she exclaimed over and over and over, when she could catch her breath. I wanted her to cum some more, so without warning, I threw her ankles onto my shoulders and shoved my rock-hard cock deeply into her warm, wet pussy. Harder and harder, faster and faster. I could tell she was in the pleasure-pain zone, but I kept going until she came again – louder and stronger than the first time – and repeating, "sir, YES sir." I knew she was spent, but it was time for me to have my fun.

With one quick motion, back onto her stomach she went, ass in the air, as I took my cock from her pussy to her ass and pounded her until I had my own ferocious cum, pulling as tight as I could on each of the nipples she was laying on. I pushed her flat down onto the bed and asked, "Who's your fucking daddy?"

"You are, John. Oh yes sir. Sir, yes, sir."



The Marine



Her Dad wanted to speak to me in the garage.

I said "OK" and headed to the door between the house and the garage.

"Not that one," he said "the detached garage across the yard."

As we both exited the house and crossed the grass I had no idea what to expect but I was nervous. Her Dad was quite an imposing intimidating figure at 6'3". He was a Marine and all muscle looking fantastic for his age of 50.

As the 2 car garage door closed we were in total darkness. Suddenly a click and light filled the space. The garage was very clean with a fancy car on one side and a large heavy oak workbench with cabinets on the other side.

"How long have you been dating my daughter boy?" The command came out. 

"About a month Sir," I responded. It just seemed safe to address him as Sir. 

"Well I see you have some respect for authority that's good," he bellowed as he began pacing around me. He looked me over. "Aren't you a little older than my daughter he said?"

"Yes Sir I am 25."

"Twenty five," he yelled, "my daughter is only 18, what has gotten into your head boy." He pulled out a long knife from a sleeve and started to sharpen it as though it was an ongoing project of his.

"I suggest you be very honest right now." 

I was terrified. 

"I saw how you started the relationship. It reminded me of a recon mission. Then I guess you just decided she was easy prey didn't you boy?" He said getting in my face. 

Without hesitation my mouth responded by itself "Yes sir," I said looking down. "I am sorry but..."

"BUT WHAT, speak up boy!" He barked. 

I was visibly shaking having given up my true intentions for dating her.

"She is a horny girl and always wants it..."

I was sure this was the end, that knife would be in my gut handle deep.

"Ahhhhhh so you were hunting yourself some poontang weren't you?"

"Yes Sir but I do respect your daughter and like her very much and her me."

He stopped me abruptly, "yeah yeah as long as she is bent over in front of you. But I understand boy. When I was in Nam we had urges that were insatiable and villages we came across... well let's just say we plowed a lot of fields over there. A mans got to do what a man's got to do eh boy?" he said taking on a more relaxed understanding tone for a moment. "I respect you for speaking so frankly and not trying to hide your intentions." 

It wasn't frankness it was sheer fear I thought.

"I know you won't be hurting my daughter and she'll be protected isn't that right?" he said sternly.

"Absolutely I will... am," I blurted out.

"Now there is a price to be paid to have access to her spread legs," he said.

My eyebrows went up. Did he just say it was OK to fuck his daughter for a price?

"Take off those cloths," he said sternly.

"Wha.... Wait what?" I said

"Your skin boy, I want to see nothing but skin. Are you refusing to carry out the order?"

"No Sir I said," as I undressed and stood before him naked and even more uncomfortable then a few moments ago which I did not think was possible.

"Hmmmmmmmm," he said inspecting me like a soldier. "Pretty well built... spread your legs son lets see the equipment."

I spread a little to let my balls and cock hang more freely. 

"Why you are pretty well hung, that's just how Melissa likes her boys. I expected nothing less from her she can sniff out the big ones when she's horny. In fact maybe you were her recon mission."

"Now come here and stand with your toes on this line." 

I walked over to the front of the workbench. The bench was about 4' wide and a cabinet, box or something was sitting on top of it. It looked odd with an opening 3' wide and about 18" high at the bottom. The box itself was about 3 feet high and I had no idea what the heck it was. He allowed me to look at it awhile. 

"Sound deadening box son," he said.

"What?" I said. 

"That box deadens sounds. Anything put in the hole there," he pointed to the opening at the base.

"What is this for Sir," I asked.

"You want to FUCK my daughter son?"

I hesitated then said, "yes sir."

"Then I will need something from you," he said as he slid his green khaki pants to the floor and pulled out a huge semi erect cock.

I could feel my face turn white and loose all color.

"Come on boy; show me what you are made of. Show me you are willing to endure some pain for the pleasurable things in life."

He grabbed the back of my neck as his now naked muscle hard body was in full contact with my backside. He whispered in my ear as his big fully erect weapon pushed my "equipment" aside and poked out in front of me several inches. 

"This is just some basic training I require of any man who wants to bed any of my daughters and tap themselves a little poontang. I can respect you for the predatory way you are approaching your target but you need to know that everyone bows to this marine in my unit. You feed the big dog and he'll let you hump the BITCHES. You understand?"

Yes I signaled with a nod of my head, scared as hell.

"Now let's get you bent over and your service will begin." With that his hand gripped my neck and very effectively applied the pressure need to make me easily bend over as he pushed me down. His other big hand held my right hip against his pelvis. 

When I was bent all the way over he walked me forward pushing my upper body into the box all the way till my thighs touched the front of the bench.

It was deafly silent in the box but then I felt him spread me a little more and without hesitation.... WHAM! His phallus ripped me open and bottomed out in one thrust. My eyes flew open in shock, body convulsed and I let out a scream with everything I had yet it was almost silent inside the box. His body pressed tight against my ass and there was no way to move at all, my arms pinned to my sides but angled out of the way. I don't know how many screams came out. My ass ached and was on fire. I bucked wildly to no avail the box kept me under control quite easily. 

I can't tell when the tears started but I was soon crying and screaming uncontrollably. Then I felt him slowly begin to withdraw which did nothing to ease the pain and fullness of his huge flesh pushing at my insides. When he was almost out and I was desperate for relief he knifed back into me with one deliberate hard thrust which started my screaming spasms all over again. His cock was hard as steel and so fucken thick I started getting lite headed the second thrust. Then the slow withdraw began again. I prayed as fast as I could "please let him pull all the way out. But deep down I knew he wouldn't..... WHAM, the same violent reaction. I don't know how many slow withdrawals he made but each thrust was so hard it knocked the wind out of me and shook the bench. Then it got worse. 

Instead of singular thrust, he started picking up speed. Each thrust seemed like it would break my pelvic area. After complete exhaustion set in he was at jack hammer speed. I was being pummeled and thought he would fuck me to death. I had no idea how long I was in there but I felt that fuckin Marine impregnate me hard and deep and boy did my belly feel like it would explode. He came endlessly then went back to his assault before coming again. OMG who was this animal. Finally he pulled free of me and cum gushed down my leg. 

Even though I was already lying on the bench, I collapsed motionless except for the muscles of my body that were twitching on their own which were.... All of them I think. He allowed me to lie there for..... I don't know how long. I was brought back to reality when he grabbed my hips again. I felt his long spike enter me balls deep only this time he felt real good in a painful nasty way. Then fully embedded he pulled back with his hips and slowly withdrew my mostly limp body from the box. He pulled me up against his chest as my ASS hung on his cock my feet just a few inches off the floor. His hips undulated as he now grinded deep into me from a standing position.

"That was very very good soldier. This is how you will serve the unit. In return you have the honor of servicing one of my prized BITCHES." 

As he rubbed my belly he said, "Feel that swimming inside you? That's high quality Marine seed and you take it well. Everyday at 0600 you will report for duty with your toes on the line." 

He set me down on my feet and without moving said, "pull your self off it boy." I tried to walk forward getting off his deeply embedded cock. I went o my tip toes as I yanked and yelped like a little pup as I finally pulled myself off and fell to the floor.

"Now why don't you clean up the floor and yourself then go get some pussy. I'll see you bright and early."



The Marine



The USO had announced that there was a country benefit concert at Pairs Island months ago, but just a few weeks before the show, a raffle was held for an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. That opportunity was a chance to go backstage after the show and meet two of the performers, Taylor Swift and Kasey Muskgraves. Every marine serial number was entered into a computer and one was chosen at random. The winner was 27-year-old Dustin "Cowboy" Spears.

Dustin was a well- built marine engineer who was a firm believer in fitness. He decided to do what any man would do and try to befriend and seduce two of the most beautiful girls in country music. Hey, might even get a threesome out of it he thought. As the day of the concert arrived, Dustin was called to his CO's office for a formal introduction with Taylor and Kasey. "Ladies, here is the winner of the raffle, PFC Dustin Spears," his Capitan said as Dustin shook hands with the girls. 

"Good to meet you," Kasey said. She hadn't been expecting such a good-looking guy and was at a loss for words.

"Yes, very nice to meet you," Taylor said. When Kasey failed to finish her sentence, Taylor added, "The Capitan tells me you're an engineer."

"Yes ma'am, put plainly, I blow stuff up," Dustin replied.

Kasey felt a surge of excitement shoot through her followed by dampness between her legs. Advocate or not she thought I want him to be my first. 

"Spears, you'll be watching the show from backstage and security will escort you to the lounge to meet with these ladies," The Capitan instructed. 

"Yes, sir."

"All right, you can return to your barracks now Spears".

Dustin saluted the Capitan and as he did, Taylor and Kasey saluted him. Dustin couldn't help the smile, but made sure to direct it a Taylor. When their meeting was over Taylor and Kasey went to the dressing rooms to prepare for the show.

"Can I get a few minutes to practice my new song?" Kasey asked her stylists.

"Absolutely, page me when you're ready," Her lead stylist said. 

Once they were gone, Kasey locked the door, removed her skinny jeans, and begun to finger herself. Slowly at first, just teasing herself, then faster. Before long, she was clutching her breast and biting her shirt to muffle her screams of pleasure. "Ohhh fuck, yes!" She whispered as her orgasm peaked. She could feel her cum on her fingers and licked them clean, tasting her virgin juice. She redressed and called her stylists back in, but she couldn't wait until she could see Dustin again.

The show featured not just Taylor and Kasey, but other top country performers like Jason Aldean, Toby Keith, and Luke Bryan. After many hours of the best in country music, the show ended and Dustin was shown to Taylor Swift's private lounge where she waited for him. "Hello again Mr. Spears," She said as he entered.

"Dustin, ma'am. No need to be formal," He replied. This was how he planned to seduce Taylor, be the respectful soldier and get close to her.

"Okay Dustin, have a seat. Want a drink?" She asked.

"Soda's fine, ma'am. We're not allowed alcohol while on base." 

"You always follow that rule, soldier?" 

He smiled at this. "The officers who have offices might not, but enlisted men like me go paint the town when we get leave," Dustin said.

"Suit yourself," Taylor said as she tossed him a can.

Dustin had been studying her body while she made herself a drink. The jewel-studded black dress she was in showed her curves very well, the studs accented her tits and the tightness showed off her ass. 

Taylor sat down on the couch next to Dustin and sipped her martini as she waited for the questions. When Dustin said nothing, she instinctively checked her dress and face.

"There's nothing wrong with you," Dustin said with a laugh. "I just figured you get asked the same questions every time someone wins a raffle, I just want a casual conversation with a beautiful girl," he added.

"Really?" Taylor said with a semi-startled voice. "Well, I hadn't expected that. So, what should you and this beautiful girl talk about?" Taylor added as her cheeks flushed.

"Whatever you like, I can't think of a thing to say."

Taylor finished her drink and thought, four months on the road and this is the first man I've met who's nice to look at and actually cares. 

With passion welling up inside her, Taylor turned to Dustin and said, "You don't have to say anything," She said as she planted a long kiss on Dustin and climbed into his lap.

Dustin put one hand on Taylor's neck and grabbed her ass with the other. He pulled up the bottom of her dress and felt the smoothness of her skin. As he kissed her chest, Taylor slid the top down on her dress and reached under Dustin's shirt and felt his abs. Dustin started to rub Taylors pussy and felt it moisten in his hand.

Taylor moaned quietly, and then she pulled off Dustin's shirt and saw his ripped body for the first time. She was surprised at how fit he was, so the only thing she think to do was stand up and pull off her dress, revealing her now–hard nipples. Dustin pulled off his boots and Taylor removed the rest. 

She immediately began to suck him until he was rock hard. Dustin grabbed her by her ass and placed her gently on the coffee table. He began to put his cock into her tight pussy. Taylor moaned louder this time and her pussy got even wetter. Dustin started fucking her and Taylor grabbed her tits as she felt herself start to cum.

"Ohhh don't stop! Fuck! Fuck me! FUCK ME! Yes!" Taylor cried and she rubbed her pussy. Within seconds she came, but she hadn't counted on squirting everywhere. Dustin pulled his cock out and Taylor sat up and licked her juice off it. They sat back down on the couch and kissed until they heard the door open and saw Kasey walk in. 

She was shocked but at the same time very horny at the sight of Taylor Swift naked about to get fucked. "What are you two doing!?" Kasey asked.

"Well", Taylor said, "Dustin just made me squirt. Is that a problem?"

"Not if you let him take me," Kasey said with her best sexy voice.

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Taylor asked.

"Does that matter? I'm old enough to get fucked."    

"I'm fine with it Taylor, really," Dustin said.

"Fine, but you cum in my mouth, okay?" Taylor replied.

"Yes ma'am," he said as he kissed Taylor.

"Get over here, virgin," Taylor ordered. 

Kasey threw her plaid shirt off and pulled her jeans off, again. Dustin licked her nipples and rubbed Kasey's clit. Taylor had moved to a chair and watched as she fingered her pussy. She couldn't believe that she got to watch a beautiful virgin girl lose it to her new boyfriend.

Kasey had never felt this horny, but she still felt uneasy about having sex here, of all places. "Go slow, I want to enjoy my first time," Kasey said as she lay down on the couch. Dustin slowly put his cock into Kasey's tight pussy. She was wet, but not like Taylor. Kasey had her eyes shut but she could feel herself break apart. Taylor noticed and fingered herself faster. "Fuck her, Dustin. You've popped her cherry by now, give her a great fuck," Taylor ordered.

Kasey still wasn't looking as Dustin started fucking her, but she opened her eyes when he began to slam himself into her. "Oh my god!" Kasey yelled, "Fuck me! That feels so good! You're making me cum!"

Kasey suddenly felt an unbearable pleasure and came like never before. Dustin pulled his juice-covered cock out of Kasey and Taylor knelt down and waited with her mouth open for Dustin's load. Suddenly, she felt the warm load in her mouth and, when he was done, kissed Kasey to give her a taste of what she'll never get from Dustin again.

"Mmmm it tastes sweet," Kasey said when Taylor had pulled back.

"Kasey," Taylor asked, "Can you eat pussy?"

"Yea, why?" she asked.

"Because you're going to eat my pussy while Dustin fucks your ass," Taylor ordered.

"All right," Kasey said reluctantly. "Dustin, just do it, I don't care." 

Kasey wasted no time and begun licked Taylor and slid put one finger in her pussy. Dustin did as instructed and rammed his cock inside Kasey's ass. Watching Taylor Swift get her pussy eaten by a virgin made him cum faster, and soon Kasey felt hot liquid enter her and she sped up her licking. Within seconds, Taylor squirted again and covered Kasey with her juice. Kasey swallowed Taylor's juice and thought it tasted too bitter for her, unlike like her own." I'll stick to tasting cum from now on. No more girls.

The three of them lay back down on the couch and said nothing until Taylor asked "Dustin, you should request a transfer to San Diego so we can be together."

"I'd love to, but after I finish secondary training, I'm getting deployed to Afghanistan for an unspecified length of time," Dustin replied. Both Taylor and Kasey stared at him with fear in their expressions.

"Well, I'll wait for you as long as you promise to come home safe," Taylor said.

"I handle explosives, I can't promise anything, but I'll try my best to make it back," Dustin replied as he sat up, "but right now I need a shower."

"So could I," Taylor said.

"Then you should join me."