1 comments/ 14110 views/ 1 favorites The Jungle By: LunarKitten She pushed the fern leaf aside and stepped into the clearing. To an observer, she would appear calm and at ease with her surroundings. In reality, she was itching all over, smelled horrific after spending twelve days in the jungle, without the first bath - bathing in any of the rivers was a dangerous pastime because of the crocodiles. She praying for the dig to be over so she could go back to her air-conditioned home in North Carolina. She might have been able to talk herself into feeling better about the bad day she had been having for the last week, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was a Monday. Autumn Grey was the stereotypical Southern Bell. She was stubborn as hell and used to getting her way. Her honey-blonde hair, when let loose from the ponytail braid she always wore on a dig, flowed all the way down to her waist and her eyes were the blue of the sea after a storm. She was petite - just under five feet tall - and her skin was the color of ivory. (The result of a mother who had always been adamant about her not sun bathing when she was a teenager, a fact that she hated at the time but now praised her for.) She had a Ph.D. in anthropology from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and this dig was only the second she had participated in since her divorce three years earlier. She could still hear the disappointment and criticism in her mother’s voice when she told her this time she was bringing her daughter with her. She was afraid Deidre would forget her while she was gone, or that her ex-husband, Charles, would try to use her time away to regain the custody she had fought so hard for. When the judicial review board had dismissed the judge in the original custody hearing, for taking a bribe from Charles’ family, she didn’t think she would ever have to worry about losing Deidre again. But he had filed another custody petition with the court just three weeks before she had left for Brazil. ************************************** Autumn looked around the clearing for her daughter’s face among the workers in the camp. When she spotted her by the food tent with one of the village boys she felt old. After all, her daughter, who was almost fifteen, was flirting with a boy who couldn’t have been much older than sixteen or seventeen. It wasn’t time for dating yet, she was still a baby! “Talking about anything interesting?” she asked when she reached her daughter’s side. “Mom! Can’t I even have a conversation without you always looking over my shoulders?!” Deidre exclaimed with the usual teenage exasperation. This was a familiar and comfortable jest between them, though anyone who didn’t know them would think Deidre was what her own mother would call “getting fresh.” Of course, her mother had no sense of humor - it wasn’t lady-like, she thought with a chuckle. “No,” she replied. “So, what are you talking about that you don’t want me to know? You know how nosy I am, so you might as well ‘fess up before I find out about it anyway.” “Mooommmm! You are so embarrassing! We were just talking about what would happen if what you found was really an ancient burial ground. Pablo told me that the people in the village don’t think you should mess with anything if it is, because the people who are buried there might have put curses on their tombs and that would cause trouble for them, because they have to live here when we pull out,” she said, taking a deep breath at the end. She couldn’t believe she had gotten it all out in one breath, she was getting better. With enough practice, when she got home she could beat Bobby Joe - who was the best kid on the block. She could read the first three paragraphs of Stephen King’s new book without taking the first breath! “Well, of course that is a concern that we are looking into. Pablo can go back to his village and assure them that we are not going to touch another inch of the burial ground until an expert arrives from the British Museum day after tomorrow. A Dr. Lugus MacLeod is supposed to be a leading expert in the field of South American burial practices. When he gets here we will not only know if those are curses on the stones, but we will also know what tribe they came from and when.” “Gracias, Senora Grey. Mi madre y padre will be very happy when they hear this news. I will let the villagers know you will not be digging for a while. You are much kinder to Pablo and his village than the others who came before you. We will miss you when you go back to Norte Americana.” “Oh, posh. What you really mean is that you’ll miss having Deidre around,” she replied with a smile. “Mooommmm! I can’t believe you just said that! I could just die!” Deidre said as her face turned red from embarrassment. “Don’t pay any attention to anything she says, Pablo. She hasn’t been in her right mind since we got on the plane in Charlotte. She’s afraid to fly.” “Deidre, I told you not to tell anyone about that! I can’t believe you just announced it in front of the whole camp.” “Pay back, Mom. Pay back,” Deidre said as she headed off toward the tent she shared with her mother. A chuckled escaped as she ducked into the tent and looked back at her mother’s open mouth. *********** For the next day and a half, she kept herself and the others busy sifting through the artifacts they had already uncovered, looking for anything of anthropological value. There wasn’t much, some pottery that could have been made in any of two centuries, some stone weapon fragments that, even to her trained eye, were totally unidentifiable as to a time frame and some bones from the only grave they had mistakenly desecrated. Early Wednesday evening, about 7PM, the expert from the British Museum arrived as promised - much to the relief of the diggers, who had been having to make work for themselves until his appearance. Dr. MacLeod was much younger than she had expected, not much older than herself. She had been expecting someone in their retirement years - after all, what young man would want to spend his prime years in some stuffy old museum instead of out on a dig, where all the excitement was in this field of study. She had read his biographical folder the night before, which lists only the bare facts - nothing about age or personality. He was from the southern most part of Wales, spoke fluent English, Welsh, French, Spanish and Italian, and had authored several well-documented books and articles about the ancient South American Indian tribes and how they had lived before the Spanish conquered them and choked out their heritage. There wasn’t any personal stuff in it, like if he was married or single, or if he had children, or even where he had gotten his degree. The file had also told her nothing about how sexy the man was in dig attire, which was not an easy thing to be done. He had dark hair that curled just below his collar, pale skin - obviously he had been spending too much time cooped up in the library - and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Definitely a heart ache in disguise and the smart money would be for her to stay away from him - the last thing she needed was to give her ex-husband an excuse to call her an unfit mother, running around on digs to meet up with her current lover. There was something distinctly different about him that she just couldn’t put her finger on. It was as if there was an aura of danger around him that as almost irresistible. Unfortunately, she could tell he didn’t feel the same about her. In fact, he seemed much more interested in what was going on around the dig to even introducing himself to the members of the party. No doubt about it, he was one strange cookie. Still, she was glad she had bathed last night. Deidre had been able to talk some of the men in the camp to bring a tub and some water into their tent yesterday evening and told her to enjoy herself. It simply would not have done for him to see her looking as she did last night - if her bath water was any indication, she had been caked from head to toe with dirt. It was no wonder that even her daughter had been avoiding her for the past several days, she must have been quiet a sight! *************** Lugus MacLeod looked around the clearing. The archeologist in charge had been very careful not to disturb the site after the burial discovery. He was very impressed with the beautiful woman. He felt drawn to her, but knew to keep his distance. It was better that way for all concerned. He had seen the results of getting too close a woman second hand, and had himself almost been killed. So now he kept his distance from all of them. He was a fast learner, his teacher had taught him that well. Randall had told him to either walk alone or take chances, unfortunately he had watched as Randall took a chance...Lugus did not like his fate, so chose to walk alone on his lonely path. Lugus told the workers to set up his tent and work area in the jungle, where the sight was located. He knew they would think badly of him, but better that than for them to start gossiping about his work hours. He needed the autonomy of the jungle. The jungle rarely gave up her secrets. He was a very secretive man. He had forgotten more things than all the people on this dig combined would ever learn. He had a reputation of working alone. He was very uncomfortable working out in the field. Too many anomalies to be considered. He had only taken this assignment because he knew the area. He knew the jungle. And he already knew which tribe was buried in that location. He also knew what was written on those tablets. Which is the main reason why he came, because what was written could never be revealed. He would have to be very clever in his cover up of the truth. Autumn Grey was an intelligent woman, and would spot any stupid mistakes he might make. He thought for a few minutes. He might just have to get close to this woman. He had seen the way she looked at him. Maybe if he got her mind on him and off his work he would survive the completion of this assignment. It was worth the risk, in his mind. He either had to successfully cover up this discovery or the whole world would discover that which had been hidden in the shadows for thousands upon thousands of years and now used as bedtime stories to scare little kids. Thousands of his kindred had petitioned him when news of this discovery had gotten out to the right ears. They knew of his time spent here. They considered it his fault that the information had been written down in the first place. If he hadn’t been taken in as wounded and then discovered by the tribe then, there wouldn’t be an issue in the present. So he had relented. And now he had met Autumn Grey. He was no longer as sure he would make it out of the jungle alive. There were just too many unknowns in the equation with her. His feelings for a woman could be his downfall, just like Randall. *************** Autumn was suspicious and flattered at the same time. Lugus had been in camp for over a week and had completely ignored them the whole time. Now here he was, paying her compliments and asking her over to his camp for a solitary dinner. She wasn’t sure what to do. He never came to their camp for anything, other than the occasional question and answer session, though Thomas, who had moved his supplies to Lugus’ jungle camp, had reported that he had seen not the first of any food rations. Rumors had been flying for days. He was never around while they were at the site. He was only seen after dusk. The locals were afraid of him. Pablo said they refused to come to the sites now. Something about an ancient legend predicting the return of a devil that would destroy their village. She finally agreed, out of pure curiosity. Though her instincts were on red alert, she made her way to his camp that night. She was early, as was her habit - a habit he did not know of in advance. She was almost to his clearing when she heard the blood-curling cry of a wounded animal. It sounded like it was coming from his camp so she began to hurry; thinking a wounded animal could be very dangerous to a person alone. Crashing through the undergrowth, she came across a sight she was sure would be with her for a long, long time. In front of her was Lugus. In his hands was a panther. At first she thought he was fighting the big cat off. Then she realized the cat was trying to get away and that he was holding onto the animal. Then she noticed that he had his mouth in the injured cat’s throat. She saw the blood dripping down his chin. She screamed and fainted for the first time in her life. When she came to, the first thing she saw was his concerned face. She saw his mouth moving, asking her if she was all right, her eyes drawn to the spot on his collar of dried blood. Then the memory of what she had seen flooded back and she screamed one word as the blackness enveloped her again: Vampire! ***************** When she came to again she discovered she was in some kind of a tomb. She looked around, but could see no signs of an exit from the room. Looking closer, she saw several artifacts that she had had the students on the dig turn over to Lugus sitting in a corner. She got up and went over to them, kneeling down to study them closely. “You won’t learn anything more from them than you had before I arrived. There are only handfuls of people left that can still read their language. A few are in the village. I am another. Several of the others are of my people, they are here but will not help you at all. I brought you here for your safety. They would kill you for what you saw last night.” She stood up, turned around and looked at him with anger in her eyes. She could not believe her ears. For her own safety? Ha! And the thought that some of the villagers could read the writing on the tablets only confirmed her own suspicions. But the thought that he was the one to confirm them only made her angrier. “How dare you bring me here?! Do you not think the camp knew exactly where I was headed last night?! My daughter is going to be worried, as well as the students. They will come looking for me, they will come straight to your camp. If you think you can get away with murdering me you’ve got another thing coming, mister...or…. whatever you are!” “You know exactly what I am. And I’m not here to murder you. I’m here to keep you safe from the others. I have not fed on human blood since I left the destruction of the site you are now uncovering. There was a great fight that occurred there. The kindred discovered the people of that village knew what I was. They decided it was a dangerous thing and they converged on it and killed almost every single inhabitant. A few of the shaman survived long enough to write these tablets,” he gestured to the corner. “When I left I swore I would never have any contact with the human world again. Then, three hundred years later, you find these tablets. My people begged me to come and make it remain a secret of what they did here. When they found out I didn’t kill all of you immediately upon my arrival, they came back here themselves. They were planning to attack your camp. I was able to convince them if I hide all the evidence and then faked my mortal death, there would be nothing for you to discover and nothing for you to learn.” Autumn looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. “Why would the dig concern vampires at all?” “Because the tablets are an account of our people. I came to these ancient people’s village wounded, and they took me in and healed me, not knowing what I was until I regained consciousness and attacked one of the women watching over my sick bed. The shaman forced me off and gave me herbs that curbed my appetite for blood. For that I am, and always will be, forever grateful to his people. This is the real reason I came back. If the world found out there were really vampires living in this world, and they had massacred these people, there would be utter chaos. It would be another Inquisition. It would also give my people a reason to kill your people. They would attempt to wipe out the whole human race. And there would be nothing I, nor the other sympathetic vampires, could do to stop them. We would also be killed.” **************** “Deidre!” She exclaimed, bolting upright from a fitful sleep. “I have to get to Deidre!” He walked over to her, smoothing the hair back from her forehead. “You can’t leave. I’ve explained that to you. They think I’ve killed you, to keep my secret safe.” “You don’t understand. Something’s wrong. Deidre’s in trouble. She’s scared,” she looked at him with tears in her trusting blue eyes. “Please....help her.” He looked at her thoughtfully, knowing her request could possibly get them both killed. Slowly he nodded his head and left the tomb. He had a sense of deja vu, entering the camp. It took him back nearly three thousand years, to the time of the Indian massacre. They had gone back on their promise to let him handle the humans and their discovery. They were killing everyone in sight. Quickly, he spotted Deidre. She was cornered by one of the old ones. There was no way she could outsmart her and get away. In a flash, he was by her side and scooped her up. “She’s mine!” he hissed at the old woman. “You can’t have her!” He bared his fangs at her, daring her to challenge him. He looked around sadly, hearing the human screams of terror and pain. He knew there was nothing he could do for them. He also knew the nearby village would be their next target. Deidre, as if reading his mind, said, “Pablo, you have to save Pablo, too.” It was as if she knew he had come to rescue her. “Mom told me you were coming. We...we have a link of sorts. I can’t explain it, maybe you should ask her about it. That’s why I refused to be scared when she never returned from your camp, like everyone else. I knew she was safe. I knew you were watching over her.” He shook his head. So this was another of the unknowns he had sensed about Autumn. She was telepathic. “If I take you to the tomb, there is no way I would get to him in time. And if I take you to the village with me, you both could be killed. And if harm comes to you, your mother will surely kill me before morning.” Deidre looked as if she were ready to argue, but relented. “Please, at least try to get to him. He’s very clever. He will know to hide in a safe place till you can get to him. I will let him know, I promise.” Nodding, he whisked her off into the jungle, to the waiting arms of her mother. Autumn sighed in relief, hugging and kissing her daughter, tears rolling down her cheeks. See looked over to Lugus to thank him, but he had already left to rescue Pablo. Thinking that he had lost his mind, as well as his heart, to these humans that he would risk so much for them, he sped to the village. He did indeed find and rescue Pablo in time. He brought him back to the tomb. Not for the first time he thought of how familiar the boy looked, and finally the puzzle connected for him. Pablo was a direct descendant of the shaman who had taken him in and cured his bloodlust. Pablo looked at him and handed him a pouch. “My people have handed down the story with this pouch and a list of herbs. They say the ancient shaman was ready to cure you of your curse when the devils descended and tried to kill off our people. Luckily, a handful survived and we have become strong again. It was told that you would come back, and the devils would come too. Every first born son in my family is groomed from a baby to be ready for you. To be prepared to complete the healing ceremony. To make you human again.” Lugus stared at the boy. He couldn’t believe his torment was nearly at an end. He would be free. But it wouldn’t be without a price. He had brought the destruction of the boy’s people once again. It was something he would have to live with for the rest of his life. The Jungle Deidre put her hand on his arm and smiled, “It’s alright. They knew that one day it would happen. They were prepared for it. They will fight these devils until their last breath. They will nearly destroy them before that happens. And when it does, the prophecy says there will be a great explosion from the heavens that will kill the rest of them.” Her mother looked at her with surprise. “How do you...” “I’m sorry I had to keep it from you, Mom. All those times you thought I was flirting with Pablo, we were actually planning and scheming. We feel too much like brother and sister to flirt! Yuck! But, I knew you wouldn’t believe the stories, so I thought it best to keep you in the dark about them. We knew the time was near, but we never dreamed the camp would be attacked. I’m sorry now that I didn’t warn you.” She ran to her mother, laying her head in her lap and wept for the loss of her friends, whom she had been working beside and learning to love as a family. Gathering her into her arms, Autumn rocked her daughter and felt her heart swell with pride and love. “You are a very brave girl. How could I possibly be angry?” She looked over at Pablo. “You will need a home and you are more than welcome to share ours.” He was speechless at her generous offer, for the profits had said that the Golden One would take him in and raise him as his own. Then he looked at Lugus and then at Autumn and knew it to be true. He would be with both of them. They would soon all be a family, together. The Jungle The sun was hot on their skin, the humid jungle air saturating their clothes. Their packs hung light after days of trekking through the wilderness. Finally they break free from the stifling underbrush to the banks of a soft azure blue lake. They are overtaken by the beauty and stillness of the lake. They look around and see creatures like they have never seen before. They take their packs off and decide that the sun will be setting soon and this would be a beautiful place to set up camp for the night. They locate an area a little ways down that is not so steep. First they take the blankets out and sit down to relax for a little while and enjoy the breathtaking view. They cuddle close and he puts his arm around her back. He then reaches over and ever so softly touches her face and pulls her ever so gently so he can kiss her soft supple lips. As their lips touch birds fly above. He parts her lips with his tongue so he can enter her mouth. She resists not at all. In fact she welcomes his tongue into her mouth, as she anticipates his next move. He takes his hand off of her face and puts both hands around her small waist and pulls her on top of him so that she is sitting on his legs but close enough to his warmth that she can feel the heat. He takes hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up over her head and discards it beside the blanket. She looks deep into his eyes and sees a desire that matches her own. She feels a warmth of desire and passion travel all to her. She takes her soft gentle hands and takes hold of his shirt and pulls it from his warm hard body and discards it to the side. She grabs him by the face and kisses him so deeply and passionately that he gets harder and harder. He grabs her so quickly and swiftly and gently lays her down that he is kissing her again before she knows what has happened. He pulls from her mouth as she arches for more kisses, but he is already kissing down her neck and around to nibble on her ears. He whispers in her ear how beautiful she is and how much he wants her. Then he starts to kiss around to the front of her neck and begins down in-between her breasts. His hands are gently caressing her breasts… they are soft and gentle… he takes his thumb and forefinger and gently massages her nipples…she arches with pleasure… then he takes his soft mouth and just slightly wisps each breast… by now she is moaning and the heat inside her is turning into a fiery passion that she may not be able to control much longer. He begins to move down her soft flat stomach and nibbles along the way… he reaches the top of her low cut shorts which puts his mouth right at the top of her pubic area… there he lingers with his tongue and hot breath on her skin… he reaches down to her knees and brings his hands ever so softly and gently along the inside of her thigh… she moans… he knows that it wont be long till she is begging… he looks up into her eyes and sees the same desire that is in him… he takes his time in taking her shorts off… to tease her… then he continues to kiss down across the top of her pubic area… he feels her arch underneath his hot watering mouth… he gets to her warmth and just slightly touches It with his tongue… she moans in agony as she wants him like never before… he moves a little further and moves his tongue inside her… she arches… he feels her wetness pouring out of her… he moves it in and out… she gets wetter and wetter… she moans… she begs… before he moves back up he removes his shorts… as he moves up to her mouth he kisses and nibbles along the way… stopping at her breasts to tease some more… she can feel his hardness on the inside of her thighs and she heats up inside more… he reaches her mouth and plunges his tongue deep inside…. Then he plunges his warmth so very gently inside her… she moans… she arches… omg they are both in heaven… they begin to move in a steady welcomed movement like they had been together forever… like they are one with each other and one with the earth... their rhythm matches that of the jungle around them… after neither can take it any longer they erupt into complete oneness…. And the birds fly around above them as they feel the energy… The Jungle You are walking through a lush, green forest. The pitter-patter of raindrops falling from the heavens taps playfully upon the dense foliage that surrounds you. All morning the air has hung heavy, weighing you down, but now the falling cleansing rains are cooling you. As you have been instructed, you are wearing adventure pants that fully protect your legs from the perilous plants and vicious bugs. On your top you have donned a white t-shirt under a short sleeve tracker's shirt. You have dispensed with a bra. After all, this is a vacation and the oppressive heat of the day encourages you to dress as lightly as possible. As refreshing droplets speckle your face, you reflect upon your good fortune. You had only booked this vacation a week earlier and it is a trip you have always wanted to make. For years you had tried to persuade Bud to bring you here but he had always resisted. However, now that your divorce has been finalized, Bud is in your past. He can fuck his silicone-enhanced secretary to his heart's content and you can relish your freedom. There is only thing that would make you happier than you feel at this moment. And that is Sex. The delicious give and take of satisfying sex. Celibacy does not suit you. It is true that there have been dates since your divorce. There has even been the consolation of fucking Mike, Bud's best friend. But, as you lay beneath him, winding your legs around his flanks, urging him into you harder and relishing the pleasure of a man between your thighs again, you opened your eyes and saw him intent, not upon you, but upon himself in the wall length mirror of your bedroom, admiring his technique and the arcing movement of his own body. That is when you decided you needed to get away. And here you are. You tell yourself that you have come for the history of the region, for the enjoyment of nature in all its primitive beauty, for the satisfaction derived from physical exertion; but, admit it, you also hoped that you might be lucky: that there might be an eligible man in your group and that you might even get laid. Alas, the other dozen or so travelers are in couples. Only Manon, the local guide is single and he must be ten years younger than you. Besides he speaks no English and barely knows how to use a knife and fork. Still, he is swarthily handsome, with piercingly dark eyes, and moves as gracefully as any beast of the jungle. And he does seem to like you. You have noticed how when the route is clear, he will fall back and walk beside you, how he clears the large leathery fronds from your path, how at the evening campfire he sits next to you, accidentally brushing against your thigh. At last you understand that this is the real reason you have dispensed with your bra: so that when the heat of the day surrenders to the afternoon rains and your t-shirt clings to your still slim body, Manon can admire your full, firm breasts and your temptingly taut nipples dimpling the cotton. This is the fifth day of your vacation. Ahead of you, Manon effortlessly wields his machete, cutting a swathe through the jungle as he has done so many times before, and his father before him. Behind him, you all walk in single file. Anxious not to be left behind, you have chosen a position in the middle of this group. The chatter of voices around you fills the air, as excitedly you point to exotically hued birds in the towering trees and listen keenly to the myriad sounds of strange creatures, high and low. Deeper and deeper you penetrate the forest. Manon has promised you, in halting Spanish, that he will lead you to an old ruin where the natives of long ago worshipped the blood gods and made their offerings. For reasons that you cannot explain, even to yourself, the bloodthirsty history of the site stirs some primal bloodlust in you. You imagine Manon, dripping with sweat, dirt and blood, laying you across the temple's stone altar, ripping your clothes from you as you offer yourself to him in sacrificial surrender. But you are not there yet. The dense jungles have swallowed the temple centuries ago when Inca society fell prey to invaders. Meanwhile, the rain falls upon your face and you lift your head back and greet the cool, fat drops of water that splash upon your cheeks. Up ahead, in the distance, you see a clearing and the faint outline of a tall stone temple with tiered sides. Manon turns around to face you all. You bunch together to listen to what he has to say. His discourse is conducted in gestures and broken Spanish. Imelda, a small Mexican woman, translates as best she can. But you understand the gist. It is very important not to disturb the ruins and to respect the old temple. He tells you that some of the locals resent outsiders coming to this place. He turns to lead you out of the jungle into the clearing. As he turns, there is shriek from one of the women in your group. You scan the direction in which she is facing and almost faint. Half a dozen natives are charging towards you, waving machetes above their heads. There is panic and chaos. Your heart is pounding in your chest as your eyes dart back and forth. You look to Manon for help. But he is only grinning. To your astonishment, he grabs one of the husbands and swings his machete. The blade bites deeply into the man's thigh and he cries out in bewildered pain. A gush of crimson blood pours from his leg. You scatter, all of you, in different directions. Get away, you tell yourself. Away! And so you flee along an obscured path to your left and angle your way parallel to the clearing. As you glance back, you can see that the attackers are ignoring the women and chasing their husbands. You catch a glimpse of one older man stumbling and, as he lies prostrate, a raised blade swings hard and falls upon him. You feel your gut wrench in terror and you sprint as fast as you can. Get away! Your ears pulse with the pounding of your heart. The only other sound is of the plants slapping against your pant legs as you crash through the undergrowth. Behind you come the screams of women, hideous shrieks that fill your ears. But the sound fades as you struggle along the leaf-laden path. Coming to the clearing from another side, your eyes are greeted with the glare of the raw-red sun, no longer shielded by the jungle trees. You don't halt but dash madly for the edge of the temple and briefly look back. There is no one and you feel a moment of relief. You charge across the open space to the temple faster than you have ever run before. Your lungs burn from the effort and the hot, choking air. Sweat pours from you and your t-shirt is soaked as you lean against the temple wall for a brief rest. Quickly you make your way to the corner of the temple to hide yourself from view. Once there, you turn around and peek back cautiously. To your horror, you see the six men emerge from the jungle, led by Manon. In front of them are the other women from the group. You count four of them and two men. The men are bloodied and limping. The captors are yelling at the terrified group and urging them on to the temple. One man falls, holding his neck, which is bleeding. An attacker swears at the man and swings his blade and the man lies still. The women are screaming helplessly but start jogging to the temple and disappear through an opening into a dark tunnel. You hold your head in your hands and the sickening shock hits you. But you cannot stay here. You have to know what is happening to your companions. You have to help if you can. To your right you see stairs that ascend the outer wall of the temple. You claw your way up them, hoping to find some way into the temple from where you will have a vantage point. You reach a mid level tier that levels out and find an entrance to another, higher tunnel. Slowly you creep along the tunnel. At first you can see nothing but the cool air mixes with your sweaty t-shirt and it feels good. Your skin has goose bumps and your nipples press hard against your sodden t-shirt. At the end of the tunnel is a balcony that overlooks the center of the temple. A hole off to one side towards the top of the chamber admits a shaft of sunlight. Another shaft of light comes through a portal opposite and the two meet, casting a spotlight in the chamber below. The floor is made of dirt. The walls of the chamber are wet with moisture and moss. Vines, thick and fibrous, hang down from the portals above. In the middle of the temple chamber is a stone platform that is three steps high, and about 40 feet long by 20 feet wide. At the center of this rectangular slab of granite is a stone circle that is about four feet high and rests on two thin pillars. You crouch low to the ground and peer down to find out what is happening. As the group clatters across the chamber, their footsteps echo around the vast space. So do the sobs of the women, the groans of the wounded man, and the bullying chatter of their attackers. The men herd the group up to the platform at the center of the chamber. Some of the women are holding each other's hands for comfort. The captors are shouting and snarling angrily, but none in the group knows what they are saying. The sole surviving male from your group, an older man who is called Alan, is pulled away from the women and shoved around by his captors until he collapses to the ground, weak from his ordeal and wounds. The natives begin to kick the fallen man repeatedly until his body is nothing more than a moaning wreck and bloodied mess. The women are howling with shocked outrage at the violence playing out before them and are paralyzed with fear. You cover your mouth to stifle your own cries of anguish at the spectacle that is unfolding before you. Manon walks away from the melee and approaches the women menacingly. As he crosses before the pillars of stone, he falls to one knee and bows his head in reverence. Then he counts the women, pushing them about as if to see whether there are any others hidden behind them. He shouts to the others but they only shrug. Manon is angry and, calling one of his fellows to him, swipes his face with the back of his hand. You wonder what can have caused his displeasure. Then, you realize that it is you. That Manon wants you as his special prize. A shudder runs down your spine at the thought of what he will do to you if he captures you. Meanwhile, at Manon's command, one of his gang seizes a blonde haired woman called Alice. Only fifteen minutes before you and she were studying rainbow-colored butterflies, delighting in their beauty. Now she is being dragged by the wrist to the stone pillar. Her captor presses her head through the stone hole at the top of the pillars; an accomplice walks around in front of the woman and takes her right wrist. He ties it to an iron ring on the side of the stone so that it is tethered at head height. He then grasps her other wrist and ties it likewise on the other side. Alice is bent over and her bottom is thrust out behind. She is sobbing uncontrollably at the horror of her plight. Now we are all weeping quietly, fearful that we shall draw attention to ourselves. I look over to the other women and I know that we all have the same shameful thought: if they must take someone else, please let it be she or she, but don't let it be I. Meanwhile Alice's tormentor is roughly groping her shapely, voluptuous body, his hands now roaming over her ample breasts, yanking her flowing, honey hair. His partner rips open Alice's t-shirt and her ample, copper-nippled breasts tumble out. The two men laugh contentedly and then again, but more so, as a long-bladed knife rips through her pants and strips her to her panties. The man behind Alice presses his hips against her bottom and reaches around to feel her breasts. The woman sobs, but can do nothing. Manon hands the man a machete. He takes it in his hand casually and steps away from her. She cannot see what is happening...she cannot see the blade in his hand. The other women are crying out in terror...and Alice screams out of fear of the unknown and struggles bravely against her bindings. The man raises the machete, swings it like a bat and the flat face of the blade slams against Alice's ass. The loud slap resounds throughout the chamber and the woman's neck is thrown hard against the stone circle. She moans in abject pain. The natives cheer enthusiastically and Alice's assailant pulls his arm back and another blow lands on the woman's backside. Red welts blossom on her pale, plump skin. Lash after lash falls upon the woman until her ass is bleeding and a thin trickle of scarlet stains her legs. She can no longer stand. Only her neck and wrist bindings hold her to the stone. A third man unties the spent woman and drags her back to the rest of the group and dumps her on the stone floor. The others try to comfort her as best they can but she lies in a half stupor. Now a native eyes a brown haired woman, whom I think is called Gemma, with small breasts and takes her from the group as if he is pulling a chicken from a coop. She cries out startled and tries vainly to resist. The man swears at her and punches her in the stomach. The air is sucked from her and she slumps into his arms. He half-drags her to the stone pillars and dumps her before the circle. Then he binds her wrists to the pillars using the same two irons hooks that held Alice. Gemma has her hands tied above her and she is slumped over with her back to the pillars and her legs before her. The native drops his pants. Beneath he is naked and his semi-erect member flops out as he eyes the woman before him. She looks up at him and her senses begin to return. Though horrified, she knows what might happen to her. So she tries to avoid looking at the man in front of her. The man yells at her and slaps her across the face and blood trickles down the corner of her mouth. The man tears off her shirt and exposes her small breasts. He falls to his knees and strokes himself before her until he is hard. He presses his cock up to her mouth. She refuses to look at him. He slaps her again. Under his blows her head bounces back and forth like a ping-pong ball, her shoulder length hair tossing about. He grips her by the back of the head and presses her head down on his cock. She reluctantly opens her mouth and gags as his cock slides past her unwilling lips. She lets out a small, fearful sigh as his rod slides into her mouth further, further until it her throat feels him filling her. She gags and pulls back and spit stipples his swollen cock, exciting him still more, so that he forces it back into her. For what seems an age, he torments her with his cock, thrusting it into her gaping mouth, then wiping it across her face, and then pushing her mouth onto his balls, before penetrating the depths of her throat once more. Suddenly the man rips his cock out of her mouth. Gemma slumps back against the pillar and her head subsides in sick defeat. The man is not done. He tries to take her by the hips to turn her over. She realizes what is happening and starts to kick her feet with little success. He pulls his arm back and punches her hard in the chest and it take the fight out of her. He cruelly turns her body and she screams as the knots tear into her wrists. Then he spreads her legs and wiggles his way between her thighs. His member is cruelly large and presses up against her dry slit. The spit from her own mouth is used to lube her cunt. He slaps his cock head against her slit and rubs it up and down. Her body shudders in pain and shock as he enters her from behind. She is groaning in pain and in some half conscious state from the beating that she has taken. His hips slam into her backside and her head is bounced into the base of the pillars. He fucks like a mad animal and her contorted body is rocked like a rag doll, helpless to the assault upon her. He grabs her hips firmly and cries out as his seed is blasted deeply into her. Below you have seen the last man kicked to a stupor, Alice ruthlessly beaten and Gemma raped. Now the captors are huddled off to the side, talking amongst themselves. From time to time they glance over to the terrified women. You peer over the edge of the balcony to gaze below, scared that they might see you. As you peer down, a voice shouts out. You have been spotted. You duck down with your heart in your throat. You hear the sound of two men running down the corridor. Three others are shouting at the women. Your eyes dart left and right to find some hope of escape. You stand up and run to your left around the terrace that overlooks the lower level. From behind you the men are closer. Their echoing footsteps and shouts bounce off the temple walls. You hear the click of a rifle being cocked. On the other side of the terrace is another corridor. You know that it leads outside. Your feet fly as fast as you can make them move. You see the light of day outside. As you burst out of the corridor and into the light you catch yourself from tumbling over the edge and down the stone steps. You turn around and your heart leaps out of your chest. The two men with rifles are bolting towards you. You scream and run to the left, to you know not where. You turn the corner and sprint straight ahead. More shouts from behind you. The crack of a rifle sounds and you hear something whiz by your head. You're almost to the next corner. Another crack and the pop of a bullet strike the stone next to you. You push harder and make the corner. As you turn the corner a sharp pain strikes you in the gut. The other man is there with his rifle and has used the butt to strike you squarely. You are knocked off your feet. Your head strikes the stone walkway and your body collapses with a thud. You can only gasp for air as you clutch your abdomen. The pain smothers you, conquering every muscle and bone in your sweating body. Two men take you by the arms and you are dragged roughly down the stone steps.... your legs are like rubber.... bouncing painfully off the stone. You are taken to the main floor of the chamber. The other women see you and fear for you. All of the men are very angry and their anger is directly aimed at you. Manon snaps at the two men and they waste no time dragging you to the stone pillars. Your head is thrust through the hole and your wrists are bound. The women are screaming like crazed beasts, not knowing what will befall you and them. The two men who had chased you take two coils of rope and head out of the chamber. There you stand, trussed and helpless in the spotlight shining from above. You are a mere actor in a sick play and you fear that the stage has been set for your death scene. You have gained your breath back and some of your strength. You cannot see what is happening behind you, but you can look up a little and see that one of the two men is tying a rope on one side of the upper level terrace and it is being stretched to the other side, a single rope spanning both sides, right above you. You feel hands on your hips roughly grabbing you; you try to struggle, wiggling your wrist and your legs, shifting in some vain attempt to move away from your molester. The hands run up your front and under your dirty and sweaty t-shirt. Two hands take your breasts and play with your nipples. You grunt your displeasure but to no purpose. You eyes widen as you hear a large knife being unsheathed. Cold steel presses up against your abdomen and your breath is held in fear. The blade slides up slowly and cuts at your t-shirt. Now you are topless. The blade slides between your legs, cruelly teasing your crotch as its owner's cock presses against your bottom. You are at Manon's mercy as his cock stiffens against your buttocks. You cannot bear to imagine what torments are in store for you. All you long for is survival as you pray for mercy to a God you have long neglected. The blade glides down your legs to your ankles and starts to cut away at your pants. You struggle once more, but your fear of being cut persuades you to offer only token resistance. There you are.... topless and wearing only panties. But there is worse, much worse. In startled horror you gape as one end of a rope flops in front of you. You crane your neck and see that it is suspended from a tree. The Jungle Manon walks around in front of you, grinning at what is to follow. You are ashamed that you could ever have fantasized about sex with this beast. His dark brown eyes gaze cruelly into yours. He takes the rope and ties a noose. You are scared shitless. You realize that the noose is being prepared for you. As he takes it and brings it towards your head you cry out, "No, God, no!" You are shaking your head violently to prevent it from being placed around your neck, but to no avail. You sob, terrified by the certainty of your fate. 'Money!' you are jabbering. 'I have money!' But it isn't money Manon wants. He takes hold of the rope and tugs at it firmly. He lifts it almost gracefully over your head and it rests around your neck. He walks behind you with the rope in his hand. You hear him drop his pants. The other men cheer him on. Your colleagues are off to your right, huddled together in a solemn embrace. You look into their eyes, fixed in doleful fascination upon you, and see their horror, their pity at your fate, but also their relief that it is not they who are tethered. A hand slides down your panties and plays with your sex. You shake your hips in protest, trying to evade the touch. The rope tightens around your neck. You gag as your neck is squeezed, ripping into your throat, starving you of air. You stand stock-still and a finger presses into your cunt. You body is rigid as you fight for air. You feel his hard, bare cock pressed up against your ass. Only the thin cotton of your panties gives you some semblance of defense. Your torturer is not without mercy and attempts to arouse you by playing with your clit. His fingers slide up and down your slit. You almost laugh at the absurdity of him seeking to pleasure you. But he is persistent and clearly upset that you are not wet and responding to his attentions. With disgust Manon drops the rope and pulls away from you. He marches over to the group of women and grabs Imelda. The others shriek and try to keep her from his clutches. But of course they do not succeed. Sobbing, she is led meekly over to you. He tugs at her clothes in some simple command for her to undress. She hesitates and he slaps her with the back of his hand. Protests, she knows, are useless and she peels off her t-shirt, revealing small, firm breasts. Manon squeezes them admiringly and then motions to her pants. Unzipping the legs and then unclipping the waistband, she pulls them down. As she does so, her panties slide down her legs too and she tries to stop them in a tragi-comic display of propriety. He takes her by the arm, brings her in front of you and shouts at the woman, pointing to you. Neither of you understand. Frustrated, he pushes her down and you can feel her sliding between your legs. He is screaming at the woman and kicking her into position. She is sobbing pitifully, 'Please no! Please no!' The natives pay no heed to her. Two of them take Imelda's wrists and bind them to the stone pillars so that she is tethered between your thighs, her face inches away from your midriff. Manon takes Imelda's head and forces it into your crotch. Now she knows all too clearly what is being asked of her. With grim reluctance she presses her face into your cunt and you can feel her hot breath against your slit. Her lips are warm and slick. In another life you have dreamed of this, imagined dinner parties with sophisticated friends where, once the plates have been cleared and the brandies drunk, you would play sex games in which, bound and teased, you would be pleasured by women and fucked by men until they brought you to merciful climax. But it was never like this. In that life there was consent, beauty and mutual desire. Now there is only obedience, ugliness and survival. Why is it then that you feel your cunt dampening, your limbs relaxing at her ministrations? She licks you tentatively and you want more. You want to feel the full breadth of her tongue lapping at your weeping cunt. Your captors want more too. Two of them press their knives into the soles of her feet. Laughingly they raise the knives and the points are crimson-stained. Imelda screams into your crotch, her yells muffled by your soaking bush. Now she is licking you harder, faster. 'Lick my clit!' someone yells and with astonishment you realize that it's your voice. The natives, delighted, snicker and jeer her on and when, gagging for breath, Imelda relents; they prod their knives into her soles again. Tongue and lips, lips and tongue lick, slurp, suck and lap at your desperate cunt. You cannot help yourself.... the wetness of the woman's tongue on your clit and your slit release you. Your juices begin to flow and are mixed with the woman's spit.... your juices and her saliva run down your legs. Manon presses his cock against your ass again and you no longer care what he will do. You would gladly take him in your cunt, another in your butt and suck off a third if it would bring you nearer to climax. All you want is to cum. That is all exists in this hell that you now inhabit. You need to feel his cock in you, his stiffly swollen, primeval cock ramming into you. 'Fuck me. Please fuck me,' you plead. They are laughing again, jeering at this lady's needs, she who has come to their forest to enjoy their culture and patronize their pride. You feel the head of Manon's cock press against the lips of your cunt. Imelda stops for an instant and then, as the knife tips press into her once more, she sucks on your clit. Now you're wiggling your hips determinedly to guide him into you. He grabs you firmly by the hips and you feel his member slide into your dripping cunt. You shudder as all of his cock finds its home deep within. You are moaning and groaning. But this is not pain. It is relief beyond any that you have ever known. Imelda's slapping tongue on your clit combines with the battering of his cock as it fills and refills you over and over again. 'Yes,' you are screaming. 'Yes, that's it.' You open your eyes and see another native crouch behind Imelda and force himself into her. She groans against your crotch as she takes him in. With each thrust, her head buffets your cunt and her jaw presses roughly against you. From behind Manon too is slapping his crotch against your ass and his cock is delving deep and hard. Your captors are clapping their hands, setting the rhythm for their fellows' fucking. Manon's pace quickens. His hands grip you and his thrust become frantically fierce. Your body shudders and is pressed against the hardness of the stone circle. You are screaming out in rapturous agony. You want to arch and buck, you are desperate to move with his rhythmic fucking. Your bonds rip into your wrists as you try to free yourself. But there is no longer pain, no longer fear. only blissful, endless fucking. Yet you need something more to bring you to the edge, to tip you into that vast ocean of desire and drown in the ecstasy of cumming. Your captor knows this. The rope tightens around your neck. The fibers rub and dig into your daintily white skin, choking you. Now you are delirious with fear and pain. But the fucking seems to penetrate deeper than you have ever known with any man, Imelda's tongue seems to throb against your clit and, through tear-drenched eyes you discern a world that is brighter, sharper, more real. You are light headed, but more than that – almost stoned. The pounding of your cunt will not stop. But now you are so near. The haven of orgasm is calling you, beckoning you. One more tug of the rope. One more thrust. One more brush of Imelda's dear, delicious tongue. Your man explodes in you, pouring his seed into you. He releases the rope.... the rush of air to your lungs is like pure oxygen...you feel more alive than ever. Your legs seem to buckle at the strength of your orgasm. Imelda's too seems to be cumming, her tongue darting in and out of your cunt with urgency. 'Yes! Yes!' you are weeping. 'Yes! Yes!' Imelda mutters against your cunt. And as you climax begins at last to recede and Imelda's tongue slows and your man pulls slowly out of you, there is a momentary silence, a stillness in which time seems to stand still. You are going to black out, you know that you are going to black out, and as your eyes close in blissful peace, you hear Manon speak in halting Spanish. You summon the will to ask Imelda, 'What did he say?' Imelda brings to cry. 'He said, "Leave the rest. Bring these two bitches."' The Jungle: Predator and Prey PRELUDE I met Jerri my first year of graduate school. We were in the same major, although we had different areas on interest. I was attracted to her from the moment I first saw her. She had dark brunette hair, a good figure, a pretty face, and large lips that screamed to be kissed. For two years Jerri was in several of the "core" classes with me. I befriended her in the study groups we organized. I asked her for dates, but at first she turned me down. Finally she said yes, and we immediately clicked. In spite of her beauty and terrific figure, she was almost completely inexperienced. The first time I kissed her she breathlessly told me that she was going to be a virgin when she married. "Not if I can help it!" Was my immediate thought. Something about Jerri's natural scent and taste drove me absolutely wild. It soon became apparent that my scent and taste affected her the same way. Our chemistry was incredible. I could get erect just smelling her hair. She was by no means the sexiest woman I had ever seen, but she was the sexiest I had ever smelled or tasted. We were both fitness freaks, and we started doing distance running together. We usually ran about five to seven miles along a cross-country course. We were competitive but friendly. Jerri usually "won" the shorter distances, but when we ran more than six or seven miles, I finished first. We also shared a love for tennis. It was not only the sight of Jerri's bouncing breasts and athletic legs that turned me on. I often had to conceal my throbbing erections when I smelled her fresh perspiration whenever she stood next to me. Her scent triggered something incredibly raw and primitive inside me. It felt wonderful, but it was so overwhelming I couldn't concentrate on anything else. Early one evening we played tennis against another couple, the university mixed- doubles champions. They killed us the first set, but we won the next two sets in tie- breaks. We both played above our usual abilities, and even though our win was just a pick-up match and didn't earn us the championship, we were both keyed-up and excited after we finished. I grabbed Jerri and planted a victory kiss on her lips and something snapped. I could taste and smell her sweat, and I immediately got a throbbing erection. Jerri began to tremble and she moaned against my lips. She pushed us apart. "Jerri, let's go out for a beer or something to celebrate!" I blurted. After first turning me down, Jerri agreed to go with me to get a victory beer. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were bright with excitement. She glanced at my tented shorts, then quickly looked away. We returned to our rooms to shower and change, and a few minutes later I met Jerri in the lobby of her dorm. We headed for our favorite bar, located over a mile away. It was just getting dark, the evening was warm, and I persuaded her that we should walk. We laughed and kidded each other as we walked across the campus and into the town. Jerri was still excited about winning our match - and also, perhaps, about me? Several tunes I caught her glancing toward my shorts. Although we had cooled down, the evening was warm and we were both still perspiring. I could feel her fresh sweat when our bare arms touched together. I held her hand each time we crossed a street, and her fingers were warm to the touch. The scent of her sweat was beginning to make me hard again. I didn't even have to look at her to feel strongly aroused. At the bar we squeezed into a tiny booth and shared a pitcher of beer. We had to practically touch our faces together in order to be heard over the background noise. Our bare knees rubbed together under the table, and I could feel our mixed sweat tickling as it made little tracks down my leg. I nuzzled Jerri's cheek with my nose. "God, I love the way you smell!" I said as I kissed her cheek. Jerri kissed me quickly on the lips. "Me too!" She said. "We're both still sweating and I can't believe how good it feels. And smells!" She shuddered, then laughed. "This is so . . . umh . . . primitive! It makes me feel . . . sort of . . . strange." We quickly finished the beer, and headed back to our dorms. The alcohol had done its job, and Jerri was really relaxed. We walked hip-to-hip, our arms around each other's waists. Every few yards I pulled her against me and kissed her. "We won!" I whispered each time. I could feel her breasts and thighs pressing hard against me as our arms held our slightly sweaty bodies together. "We're the best!" Was her reply after each kiss. By the time we reached her dorm, she was as aroused as I'd even known her to be. Even through her bra and top, I could feel that her nipples were hard. Just around the side of the building outside the entrance to her dorm was a dark area, and I pulled Jerri into it and pushed her up against the side of the building. I kissed and sucked on her lower lip, and she began to kiss me vigorously in response. My penis was sticking straight up inside my shorts, and she slowly and tentatively pressed and rubbed her abdomen against it. As her kisses became more intense, I slipped my hands under her sleeveless top and ran my hands up and down the sweat-dampened skin on her back. Jerri pulled my T-shirt up to my armpits and forcefully rubbed her hands up and down my sweaty, bare back. She was making little sounds in her throat as we kissed. This was as intimate as I'd ever been with Jerri, but she had never been this aroused with me before. Her tongue began to thrust in and out of my mouth, mimicking sex. She began grunting and moaning in time with her jerky hip movements against my erection. Her movements were no longer even a little bit tentative as she pressed herself against my erection and moved back and forth. I wondered how far I could get her to go. I could feel the tight straps of her Jerri's under my fingers. I managed to unfasten her bra without her noticing, and I held the straps together against her back while I continued to kiss her. Her rubbing motion against my erection suddenly became more powerful, and I began thrusting my hips forward and back, rubbing my penis up and down her abdomen. She mirrored my hip actions and we began thrusting our hips against each other, painfully smashing my erection between our bodies. Her breathing began to come in short, loud gasps. Her tongue was plunging in and out of my mouth. I slowly bent my knees, and the head of my penis gradually moved down toward Jerri's pubic bone. She began to resist. "No! Stop! I can't! No1" She gasped, but she didn't push me away. I paused for a few seconds, but she offered no further resistance. Her hips continued to thrust her lower abdomen against my erection. I dropped lower, and the covered head of my throbbing penis slipped past her mons pubis and pressed into her crotch. I lifted up, pressing the head of my penis against her pussy. At the same time I released the straps of her bra, and I slid my hands around to her front, cupping each of her breasts in one of my sweat-dampened hands. Her nipples and areolae were swollen and hard. Jerri opened her mouth and her body suddenly became rigid. She locked her arms around me and squeezed. I thrust my hips forward and back, rubbing the head of my penis against her crotch. She began to moan, and she thrust her hips in fast, jerky motions against the pressure of my penis. She was mine to take! I gently pinched her nipples, and her entire body began to tremble. She moaned loudly into my mouth as her body shook harder and faster. I pressed Jerri's firmly against the building. She spread her legs far apart as she could. I slipped one hand down Jerri's back and forced it under the elastic waistband of her short-shorts. As she arched her head back and began to make short, high-pitched cries, I pushed my hand beneath her panties and quickly moved my hand between her cheeks toward her crotch. I could feel the beginning of her pubic hair. With my other hand I squeezed her right nipple. I kissed and sucked her neck behind her ear. Jerri's orgasm was becoming stronger, and I boldly pushed my hand further. My fingers passed her anus, and I felt more pubic hair as I rubbed her slippery labia. I could feel my penis pressing directly against her clitoris through our clothing. I pushed a finger into her wet vagina up to the first knuckle. I could feel her maidenhead. She truly was a virgin! Her cries got louder and her trembling more rapid. Her nipple was stiff and distended. I moved my finger in and out of her, and she held her breath as her hips thrust her clitoris even more violently against my covered penis. Twice before I'd had virgins in similar situations, and each time I'd deflowered them a few moments later. I extended my finger inside Jerri, and her dripping vagina clamped down hard on it. I wiggled it slowly to maintain her stimulation. As soon as she began to relax, I planned to push her shorts down, release out my erection, and become her first lover. Jerri's orgasmic trembling weakened, and her breathing came in short gasps. Her vagina was still squeezing my finger in strong, lengthy, irregular pulses. I removed my left hand from her breast and unzipped my pants. I pulled my penis free, and I pushed it against her crotch. Her panties were wet, and their thin fabric was all that prevented me from entering her. I hesitated for a moment, trying to decide if I should pull her panties completely down or just pull them aside. I thought Jerri's resistance was completely overcome, but she surprised me. With strength I didn't know she had, she grabbed my right hand and pulled my finger out of her vagina. She twisted her body and broke away from me. She bent over at the waist and I heard her moan. I reached out and grabbed her hips from behind. Before I could stop her, she pulled free and stumbled around the corner of the building and into the lighted lobby. I leaned against the building and slowly calmed down. I could smell Jerri's sweet pussy juices on my finger, and the scent of her sweat mixed with my own. I pulled down my shirt and took several deep breaths. I sucked and licked Jerri's juice from my finger. I felt dizzy. I finally remembered to return my penis to my pants. My penis was throbbing. When it didn't relax, I painfully rearranged it in my shorts, and then headed back to my own dorm. I went directly to the bathroom and beat off into a toilet. My penis softened, but I was still aroused, and it remained semierect. The combination of the alcohol and sexual arousal left me feeling disoriented, and I almost staggered as I walked back to my room. I sat down and telephoned Jerri. It rang more than a dozen times before she answered. "H-h-hello?" "Jerri! Are you okay? I just . . . " "Wha . . . What did you do to me, Jim? You know how I feel about . . . it! Why? Why did you . . . " "Jerri, I didn't mean to hurt you! I just thought . . . Well, we seemed to be getting so . . . you know, turned on . . . and I wanted to . . . to . . . " "I thought you were going to rape me!" "NO! I could never do that, Jerri! But I really wanted to . . ." "Stop! I know. You wanted to . . . have sex. So did I. But I can't!" "Jerri, I know you're a virgin, but we can still do lots of things that won't . . . " "No we can't! We got too close! We almost . . . I almost let you . . . God!" With that she hung up. I tried to call her back for the next couple of hours, but the line was always busy. She had obviously taken the phone off the hook. I gave up around midnight, and fell into bed. I awoke about 2:00 and beat off again. My penis finally got completely soft. I wasn't able to reach Jerri until the following afternoon. She agreed to meet me and go for a walk after her last class. We sat down on a private bench under a tree in the university woods. Finally Jerri spoke. "Jim, we really like each other. But do you love me?" "Jerri, I'm not sure if . . . " "I know. I don't love you, either. I've been in love, and this isn't it. We're more than good friends, but not in love. What we feel is something completely different. It's animal. Physical. But that's all it is! It's lust, not love! I want to mate with you, but I don't love you!" "Jerri, maybe we'll fall in love! Maybe we can turn lust into . . . " "No, Jim! I can't risk it! I'm afraid I'll lose control if we start making out with you again. I don't know how I managed to stop you last night! I felt . . . I felt . . . I wanted to feel your body against mine without clothes in the way. I wanted your penis . . . inside me." Before I could say anything, Jerri got to her feet and started to leave. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back. "C'mon, Jerri! We can be careful!" Jerri shook her head. "I can still feel . . . what I felt last night. Part of me wants us to . . . Oh hell! Let me go! I can't!" Jerri pulled her hand out of mine and ran away. I could hear her crying. That was our last date. We had a number of friends in common, and we often talked to each other. We also shared several classes and study groups. But she never went out with me again, and she never gave me another opportunity to get intimate with her. I didn't kiss her again until the reception after her marriage, two years later. Jerri married Tony, one of the guys in the group we usually ran around with. Three months later I married Sara, another member of the same group of friends. Until we got jobs, the four of us frequently socialized with each other as a double-couple. Tony got a job about an hour-and-a-half away from my own, and we gradually lost touch. Occasional e-mails and Christmas cards were about all we exchanged. Three years passed, and Sara presented me with a lovely baby daughter. Three months later I arranged to go to a convention that I knew Jerri was going to attend. Due to a variety of circumstances, I was eager to see Jerri again. Although she was in a field related to my own, our professional interests were radically different. Seeing me at this particular convention would truly surprise her. I hoped our earlier, intense physical attraction would finally result in some passionate sex. She could no longer use virginity as an excuse to stop, although being married might provide sufficient cause to refuse me. For reasons I'll explain later, I had already decided to ignore both her wedding vows as well as my own. I could still vividly recall that evening I'd caused her to climax. I remembered how her vagina had felt as it pulsed and squeezed my finger, and I wanted to feel the same pressure on my penis. I knew I could force her to fuck me, but I wanted to finish the seduction I'd begun that night more than five years before. I wanted her to yield to me out of passion, not out of fear. She was the only one who had ever gotten away. I was finally emotionally prepared to correct that failure. After a long flight, I checked into the hotel and picked up my credentials for the convention. Beginning the next morning there were going to be five days of workshops and sessions during which people presented papers. I didn't care about any of it. I was stalking Jerri. I wondered if she still smelled the same. I got hard just thinking about her. I fell asleep remembering how she had felt as she had climaxed with my finger inside her. DAY ONE After breakfast the next morning I wandered around looking at the faces of hundreds of strangers. I didn't spot Jerri until just before the convention luncheon. I managed to bump "unexpectedly" into her just as she was going into the banquet room with a group of her colleagues. "Jerri? My God! It is you! What a surprise!" "Jim? Wow!" She gave me a big hug. "I didn't know you liked this stuff! Are you really here for the convention?" "Yeah, well, sometimes we need to examine other perspectives, right? That's why I'm here!" At least that much was true, although my remarks were meant to deceive Jerri. I met her group of friends and joined them at a table for the luncheon. Jerri and I sat next to each other. We talked constantly, getting caught up on the changes in our lives since we'd last seen each other. I pulled out a collection of pictures of my new baby daughter, and everyone made the usual comments. Jerri looked directly into my face and appeared to be completely sincere when she said, "She looks just like you, Jim! She's even got your eyes!" I smiled, but I felt a knot form in my stomach. Jerri had easily lied to me, and I hadn't been able to see even a tiny hint of deception on her face. As we left the luncheon together, Jerri pulled me aside. "I've got news, too!" She said with a smile. "I just found out for certain. I'm pregnant!" "Hey, Congratulations! I'll bet Tony is happy!" I stared at Jerri's body until she blushed. "It doesn't show yet. How far along are you? When's the due date?" Jerri was not quite seven weeks pregnant. I filed her due date away for future reference. "Well, your tummy isn't sticking out yet! Any morning sickness? Other changes?" Jerri blushed. "Aren't you the nosy one! No, I'm not feeling sick, yet." Then she whispered. "You always wanted to see my nipples. Well, they're getting bigger and darker already! And super-sensitive!" "I'd be glad to check them out for you, Jerri!" I laughed. She hit me on the shoulder. "And your boobs look bigger than I remembered. Another change?" Jerri blushed again. "Tony really likes that part. You guys! All you think about is tit size!" "Well, I also think about other things, too. Like soft, furry, animals. You know, pussycats." Jerri snorted. "We both know you mean 'pussy' so don't try to be coy!" . We exchanged a little more sexually-charged banter, then moved on to other things. I made a "date" with Jerri to go for a run the next morning. I didn't see her the rest of the day, and that was fine. I didn't want her to suspect that I was pursuing her. I spent most of the day watching sports on the TV in my room. I went to one session, but it was so bad I left after the first talk. My "plan" was still incomplete and vague. I hoped that running together would make Jerri acutely aware of her body, and that the scent of our fresh perspiration would cause her to remember how we had gotten so completely aroused that evening after tennis. Perhaps she would start to seduce me as I attempted to seduce her. I could afford to "waste" a day or so while I waited to see what developed. I had learned one important fact: Jerri was pregnant, so I didn't have to worry about anything except diseases when I fucked her. I had brought some morning-after pills with me, but now they wouldn't be necessary. More important, Jerri wouldn't refuse to fuck me because I might make her pregnant. My chances of seducing her were slightly improved, as was the likelihood that she might try to seduce me. Well, maybe. Before I went to sleep, I called Sara at her parents' home. She was visiting them with our new daughter while I was away. After our brief conversation, I was really aroused. I didn't beat off. I was saving my cum for Jerri. I fell asleep vividly remembering how I'd finger-fucked her outside her dorm that night several years before. DAY TWO Jerri was right on time for our run. She showed up wearing well-worn running shoes, itsy-bitsy running shorts, and a top that left her midriff bare. I could see the outline of her sports bra. She was carrying her room keycard in her hand. "Do you have a pocket for this, Jim?". My running shorts had a zippered pocket, and I placed her keycard in it with my own. "What's that for?" Jerri asked when she saw I also carried a credit card. I quickly zipped the pocket closed before she could get a good look at it. "It's an old habit." I lied. "A couple of times I've needed money when I've gone for a long run, and ever since I've carried this - just in case. I've never needed it, so it must work!" Jerri would not have recognized the name on the card. It was my card, but for a variety of reasons I had gotten it under an assumed name. In fact it was less than a month old. The Jungle: Predator and Prey There were several marked running trails near the hotel, and I had reviewed them on a map. I talked Jerri into trying the longest one, a distance of just over five miles. It ran through some thick woods and around a nearby lake. On the far side of the lake was something that might help me to seduce her if I could figure out the right approach. I decided to play things by ear and see how it worked out. For now it was enough that we were going to be doing something physical together, and we would soon be sweaty. We stretched and limbered up for several minutes, then took off. Jerri was still a good runner, and we maintained a really brisk, seven-minute mile pace in spite of the uneven ground. I was in good shape, but I didn't know if I could run five miles that fast. Jerri showed no sign it was too fast for her, and I could sense that she was competing with me. Well, she'd often beaten me when we'd played tennis, too. I hoped her other tendencies had remained the same. In particular I hoped the scent of my sweat would turn her on as it had done before. We were both sweating heavily, but the humidity was low, and we were drying as we ran. When the path was wide enough, we ran side-by-side, but on the narrower parts we took turns leading. After about fifteen minutes I pointed out a sign in both English and, surprisingly, German. It announced that there was a nudist colony approximately one- hundred meters down a trail branching off from the one we were one, and it warned people to stay away. I had read about this establishment before our run. I hoped to talk Jerri into visiting it, but I didn't think that was really likely. They had a policy that visitors would be asked to remove their clothing if they ventured onto the nudists' land. I had long wanted to see Jerri naked, and this nudist colony might provide an opportunity. I tugged on the bottom of her shirt and pointed toward the sign and gestured that we should run that way. Jerri just laughed and we continued along the running trail. Her cheeks turned red as she thought about nudity - and, I hoped, me. Well, I had known that the nudist camp was a long shot, anyway. A few yards past this sign the trail narrowed, and Jerri moved into the lead. Perhaps ten strides later she slipped on some loose rocks, then screamed and fell down. I almost fell down myself as I jumped over her. Jerri was holding her ankle with both hands - and crying. I helped her to her feet, and she tried to put weight on it. As soon as she did, she let out a shriek of pain and sat down. At the very least she had a painful sprain. It was a hot afternoon, and we hadn't seen any other runners. We sat on the trail for about ten minutes, but nobody else appeared. I suggested to Jerri that I could carry her to the nudist colony, and that we could probably get a taxi from there back to the hotel. After another few minutes, she agreed. I picked Jerri up with one arm under her knees and the other around her torso. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I started back the way we had come. When we came to the sign, I turned and followed the trail into the woods toward the nudists. Perhaps Jerri's injury could lead to - nudity? Or perhaps a lot more? We were both sweating heavily from our run, and without the air movement caused by running, we had immediately begun to drip. The clothing between Jerri's body and mine was completely soaked, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. The scent of her fresh sweat was exciting me, and I could feel my penis stirring in my wet shorts. I was not wearing a jock, instead counting on the little built-in mesh bag inside the shorts. I knew the bag would do little, if anything, to conceal my erection. About fifty feet down the trail we reached a fence. Another sign proclaimed, again in English and German, that anyone who entered the fenced area would be expected to disrobe. There was a gate across the trail, and I maneuvered Jerri through it. Deeper in the woods, several hundred feet ahead, I could see the roof of a small building. "Will they really make us undress?" Jerri asked, with more than a little concern evident in her voice. I decided to be honest, at least for the moment. "Probably not since you're injured." I replied. "But I hope so! I tried to get you undressed lots of times. Maybe this time I'll be lucky! I'd really like to see your new large nipples and breasts!" "Hah! You wish! I'm not into exhibitionism!" Jerri proclaimed. I had heard otherwise, but I didn't comment. I had a lot of plans for Jerri before I told her everything I knew. In the meantime, I could play innocent and see how things developed. I knew I still had three days after today. If necessary I could always force her to fuck me. As we approached the building a slightly overweight, naked middle-aged woman waved to us. Her small breasts sagged slightly and her pubic hair was a dense jungle, but otherwise she looked reasonably fit, clean, and attractive. "Both of you have to undress!" She announced. "You can leave your clothes here if you want. But we have strict rules about clothing." "We're not here to intrude on your privacy. Jerri sprained her ankle, and this was the closest place to take her. It's too far to carry her back to our hotel." "On the other side of the lake? Goodness yes! Bring her inside and I'll call for help. We won't make you undress! Not in an emergency. Oh, by the way. I'm Nancy. She's obviously Jerri. And you?" "I'm Jim." As I carried Jerri inside, Nancy gestured to a long wooden bench, and I laid Jerri on it. Her clothing was so wet where it had pressed against me that it was transparent. I could see the pattern of her sports bra and the dark shadows of her areolae. I heard Nancy talking to someone on the telephone. "Mike's coming." She announced, as if that explained everything. Five minutes later a guy carrying a plastic cooler, naked except for a pair of sandals, came in and announced that his name was Mike and that he was a certified athletic trainer. Jerri stared at his dangling penis and balls and her face turned pink. Mike began to gently examine her ankle. Staring at Jerri's breasts had made me hard, so I looked at Nancy's drooping breasts and I felt my penis softening a little. I also moved away from Jerri so that I couldn't smell her. A few moments later a shapely. naked young woman came running in. Mike introduced her as his assistant, Ginny. Ginny leaned over Jerri so that she could watch what Mike was doing. As she did so, I could plainly see her labia from behind. I immediately got hard again. Jerri glanced back and forth between the tent in my running shorts, Mike's exposed penis, and Ginny's large, bouncing breasts. I could see Jerri's amused face darkening as she smiled at me. "Our Insurance says I can only treat members of the club. Otherwise all I can do is get someone to come for you. If you and your wife were to join, well then . . . " "But we're not . . ." Jerri began, obviously intending to announce that we weren't married. I had a sudden inspiration. I interrupted Jerri in mid-sentence. "We're not nudists!" I said loudly enough that Ginny flinched. "We're not used to being around naked people! I don't think we qualify to join your group." I knew this was complete nonsense, but I wanted to shut Jerri up. Jerri looked as if she were going to add something, but her eyes met mine, then quickly turned away. The trainer wasn't a fool, and he glanced back and forth between the wedding rings on our hands. They were similar gold bands, but not identical if anyone looked closely. He did. "Do you have a credit card with you?" He asked and I nodded. He gestured with his hand and we went into a small office. "I'll ignore the fact that you two probably aren't really married, but I've got to cover my ass. So fill this out and sign it and then I'll take care of 'your wife.'" He winked at me as he said the last two words. No, he wasn't a fool. He was simply observant and careful. All I had to do to put a stop to this nonsense was to have them call us a cab. I knew I could take Jerri to the hotel and have them get her medical help. But I had come to the conference hoping to seduce Jerri. Perhaps joining a nudist camp would help. At the very least I might get to see her naked. With that in mind I completed a two-page questionnaire, wrote down "Jerri" as my wife's name, and pulled out the lucky MasterCard I had told Jerri I always carried when I ran. I charged us a trial "family" membership under my phony name, valid for two weeks. It wasn't cheap and it included an additional, non-refundable, two-hundred-dollar expense account. I momentarily panicked, thinking that my wife might see this charge on my bank statement. Then I remembered that I was using my special card, and I relaxed. Sara was never going to find out about this charge since she didn't even know the card existed! I even had the bills sent to a phony address at a mail service. Well, there were other things I hoped she never found out about. . Mike handed me two cardboard membership cards when we were done. I put them in my pocket since I didn't want Jerri to see her fictitious last name. "Here's a twenty from your expense account. You'll need something for the taxi to get you back to the hotel." We both returned to the adjoining room. Ginny had given Jerri several towels to help her dry off, and Jerri's ankle was elevated on some sort of pad. In this position the bottom of Jerri's skimpy running shorts gaped open, and I could see glimpses of her dark pubic hair through her wet and transparent panties. Ginny glanced at me and smiled as she watched my gaze move away from Jerri's crotch. My penis was pushing so hard against my shorts that it hurt. Ginny grinned again when she looked at the tent in my shorts. She probably thought it was "cute" for a husband to get turned on by his wife. Mike continued his gentle examination of Jerri's ankle. He whispered something to Ginny, and she immediately walked over to me. I stared at her bouncing breasts as she pulled me back toward the little office. "It's okay!" She said. "Lots of guys get this way the first time! But I think you'll be a lot more comfortable if you just take off your shorts. It's gotta be uncomfortable like that!" I must have looked really silly to Ginny. She smiled again. "Nobody has to watch you get undressed! Just strip down in here. And don't worry. Nancy and I have seen hundreds of penises before!" She started to leave, then stopped and turned around. "And it's okay if you stare at my boobs! I'm used to it!" Ginny left and I remained in the office, embarrassed, confused, and aroused. Then a phrase from my childhood came to my mind: "If I show you mine, you have to show me yours!" I'd probably been five years old when I'd said that to one of my female playmates as I tried to get her to take off her clothes. I smiled at the memory as I quickly stripped off my shirt and running shorts. My penis was as hard as I'd ever seen it, and his head was swollen almost purple. There was a dull ache in my balls. Wearing nothing except my running shoes and socks, I returned to the room where Jerri was being examined. She gasped and covered her mouth with one hand when she saw me. Her eyes were fixed on my bobbing erection. Mike turned toward me, grinned, and gave me a wink. Ginny exclaimed, "Your husband seems to be . . . um, a bit excited. Wouldn't you be more comfortable if you undressed, too?" Jerri shook her head violently from side to side. She continued to stare at my erection. I glanced down and several drops of pre-cum came bubbling out of the tip. I thought she was overdoing the shy-wife act. I knew she had seen more than one erect penis before, but her act was still convincing. Ginny glanced at my erection and appeared to be amused by my predicament. She obviously didn't realize - as Mike did - that Jerri wasn't my wife. Abruptly Jerri moaned and grabbed her leg. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." Mike said. His penis was semi-hard, and I suspected he had been looking between Jerri's legs rather than at her ankle. Mike mumbled something to Ginny, and she opened the cooler Mike had brought with him. She pulled out a small paper cup completely filled by a chunk of ice, and she tore the top half-inch of the cup away. Then holding the cup in a towel, she began to run the ice around Jerri's ankle. Jerri groaned. "That's really cold!" She muttered. Mike supervised what Ginny was doing for several seconds, then pointed to a second area and instructed her to rub there, too. "Well, we'd need X-rays to be certain, but given the remaining flexibility and the relatively mild swelling, you only have a minimal sprain. You should be fine in a few days if you take care of yourself. Some Tylenol will help. If the pain doesn't subside or if the swelling increases, you should go to an emergency room. There's a slight chance that you have a hairline fracture, but I don't think so." Ginny picked up the conversation. "I'm rubbing ice on the two places where you've got small injuries." Ginny said, then pointed them out. "This should stop the bleeding and swelling and also dull the pain. When I'm done, I'll show your husband how to give you ice rubs. And also how to wrap your ankle so that you can get around." Jerri looked back and forth between my body and Ginny's. "How . . . How will we get back to the hotel?" Jerri asked. "Your husband looks strong enough to carry you to the main entrance when we're done here." Ginny replied. "You can call for a taxi from there." "I'd like to see you tomorrow morning." Mike said. "I want to be certain that your husband is taking care of you . . . " He paused and again winked at me. "And I can show you both some rehabilitation exercises. I've charged your account for our services and for some ice packs and wraps that you can take with you." Jerri opened her mouth to speak, but then thought better of it. I leaned in close and Ginny explained how to do the ice rubs. "I'll give you a half-dozen of these from the front office." She said. "And some cups. The hotel can freeze you some more, too." The head of my erection pressed against Jerri's waist as I leaned over, and she flinched and inhaled with a snort. I looked into her eyes and saw something strange. Fear? Excitement? Arousal? What? Did she suspect that I was planning to seduce her? Not that it was going to affect much, but could she sense that? After about a half-hour of treatment, Mike put a plastic ice-pack on Jerri's ankle and wrapped an elastic bandage around it to hold it in place. He showed me exactly how to do everything, and he made me repeat his detailed instructions. I kept glancing up Jerri's legs at her exposed crotch, and my balls were beginning to ache badly. "I'll lead you to the main entrance and get the other stuff you'll need." Ginny announced. "It's about a hundred yards. Think you can carry her that far?" I nodded confidently. "Do you want to dress here first? Or there?" "Oh, hell! Since I'm a member now, I'll just go the way I am. Here, dear! You can hold my clothes!" Jerri's eyes widened. I handed my sweaty shirt and shorts to Jerri. Her mouth was open in astonishment as I leaned down and picked her up. My erection pressed against her bare back, between the waistband of her shorts and her top. She wrapped her left arm around my bare shoulders, and crushed my sweaty clothing against her lap. My bare chest was wet against Jerri's left cheek as I reached around her and pulled her close. I supported her left knee with my left forearm, and I held her right leg just below her knee so that her ankle stayed high. I could really smell her sweat, and I knew she could smell mine. Her scent still drove me wild. I hoped mine was having the same effect on her! I followed Ginny's shapely buttocks as she led us through the club. We saw several dozen naked men, women, and children. Some were playing outdoor games, and some were swimming in their large, outdoor pool. Several people grinned when they saw that I was erect. I reached up and caressed the side of Jerri's bra-covered breast as we walked. "Stop that!" She muttered. "You're not going to turn me on doing that. Anyway I'm married. So stop!" I ignored Jerri since there wasn't anything she could do without drawing more attention to herself. I could feel her hard nipple, even through her clothing. "My, my, my!" I whispered, just before we again went indoors. "I remember you lost control the last time I felt your nipples get hard like this!" She didn't reply, but she was breathing faster. We followed Ginny into a small building, and I laid Jerri gently on a vinyl sofa that Ginny pointed out. Ginny left to call us a taxi, and I grinned at Jerri. She was covered with sweat, her face was red with embarrassment, and she was clearly aroused. And she knew that I was aware of it. I stood over her as I pulled up my shorts until they reached the base of my erection. Pre-cum was glistening on his tip. "I don't know how I'm going to fit this in, Jerri. Do you have any ideas how I can make it soft?" "Don't kid yourself! Your little prick is really small compared to the one Tony has!" "Little prick? Well, Tony's is about a half-inch longer than mine, but mine is a little thicker. We even compared them one time and found that they have almost the exact same volume!" Jerri had a shocked look on her face, but she was afraid to ask how I knew all this. She had no way of knowing - I assumed - that Tony and I had shared a willing slut for an entire night one evening a couple of years before she began dating him. Not only had our "date" measured our erections, but we had also computed the volumes of our erections by immersing them in a tall glass tube filled with water and then measuring how much water they displaced. Our dorks were slightly different in shape, but they were essentially the same size, at least in terms of volume. I laughed at the expression on Jerri's face. I managed to squeeze my erection upright into my shorts, but it was still visible. "My condition won't be too obvious as long as I'm carrying you, Jerri. But if anybody sees me without you in my arms, well . . . " "I'm not going to have sex with you. You know that, don't you? We're both married and I'm not going down that path. Ever! I've made my vows and I'm going to be faithful. Even if you do turn me on. So give it up!" Jerri whispered to me as I gently rubbed her cheek. I knew this was complete bullshit, but I played along. I grinned at her. "I'm just enjoying the view, Jerri! Mike and I were looking up your shorts at your sweaty crotch. Hell, he even got a little hard, too! This . . ." I pointed to my erection. "Is just a natural reaction to your body. And these . . . " I flicked my fingers over her covered nipples before she swatted my hand away. "Are your reactions to the same stimulation. So just relax and enjoy it! After all, these people think we're married to each other!" I didn't mention that Mike knew better. I also didn't mention that I knew Jerri had already been unfaithful to Tony. Ginny jiggled and bounced into the room carrying a plastic cooler, and she showed me everything inside. "I didn't charge you for the cooler, so please bring it back!" She said. Then she blushed. "The taxi won't be here for about fifteen minutes. If you and your wife would like . . . to . . . relieve your . . . tensions, well I can give you some privacy!" Jerri overheard her. "I think my . . . our . . . room is a better place, thank you!" She announced. Ginny blushed again, then whispered to me. "I'm sorry! But I know how long you've been . . . this way, and I thought . . . well, I'm sorry!" She almost ran from the room. If I hadn't been planning to do Jerri, I realized I could probably have a lot of fun with Ginny. She seemed to have a nice, healthy, relaxed attitude about sex. Ah well, I came here to seduce Jerri, not just to get laid. The Jungle: Predator and Prey I heard the taxi's horn beep a few minutes later, and I carried Jerri to the cab. I laid her on the back seat, then got in with her. "I have to hold my wife's leg up." I explained to the driver. "She had a bad fall while we were running." Jerri silently mouthed, "Wife?" She tried, in vain, to keep me from staring at her barely- covered pussy. My erection was in contact with her injured leg, and I rubbed it gently back and forth against her. My left hand was on her hip, and she kept pushing it away from her crotch. By the time we reached the hotel, I could smell her wet and aroused pussy, even over the odor of our combined sweat. I gave the cabby twenty dollars, which was a healthy tip except for the fact that he would have to dry off the sweat from the back seat of his cab. I carried Jerri into the lobby, again hiding my erection with Jerri's body pressed against it. A porter offered to help, but I told him I had everything under control. I carried her into an elevator. "Which floor?" I asked since I didn't know her room number. "Twelve." Jerri muttered. "Room twelve-twenty-seven." She looked apprehensive. I exited on the twelfth floor and soon found myself in front of the correct room. My first attempt to open the lock failed, and I realized I was using the card for my room, not Jerri's. Jerri's card worked perfectly, and I carried her inside and closed the door. There wasn't any good place to lay Jerri down since she was so sweaty, so I carried her into the bathroom and lowered her onto the closed toilet seat. "As soon as you're cleaned up, I'll take care of your leg again." I said. "Think you can you get yourself into the tub? And stand up while you shower?" Jerri looked relieved and nodded. After I retrieved a thick bathrobe from her closet, I heard her lock the bathroom door. A minute later I could hear her splashing in the shower. It was time for me to further assault her dignity. My testicles were so swollen they were throbbing. My penis ached against my shorts. I stripped everything off, including my shoes and socks. Then I picked up a nail file from the desk and pushed it into the bathroom lock. I twisted, and the typically useless interior lock snapped open. Jerri was washing her hair when I walked in and she didn't see me. But she screamed when I climbed into the tub with her. "What are you . . . GET OUT OF HERE!" I faced Jerri and held her by her upper arms as the shower blasted against the back of her head. She was standing on her good foot and holding her injured ankle above the bottom of the tub. Her soap-covered body looked fantastic! "Jerri, I need your help. I need you to get me off." "You're insane!" Jerri muttered. "We can't have sex! We're both MARRIED!" "So rub me! Stroke me! But do something quick or I'm going to push this thing right into your hairy pussy! I'm about to go crazy!" Jerri tried to move away, but I pulled her against me. My erection touched her abdomen, and I pushed it down against her pubic hair. I started to rub against her and she moaned. After a few seconds she took hold of my penis and balls with her hands. "Shit! How do you want me to do this?" I showed her how best to stroke my shaft, and I had her pull gently on my balls as she did so. In spite of the ache and the throbbing I felt the old familiar pre-ejaculation tension building. Less than two minutes after Jerri began rubbing me, my penis erupted in five or six huge bursts. They all struck Jerri's front, from just below her breasts to her pubic hair. Jerri released my rapidly-deflating penis and hopped around to wash my cum from her body. My legs were trembling and the smell of my cum was heavy in the wet air. But I was, for the moment, no longer aroused. I grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub Jerri's back. She gave a yelp, and ordered me to stop. I decided the bathtub was a dangerous place to start struggling. I squeezed past her and soaped and rinsed myself, then climbed out of the tub. Jerri resumed her shower as I dried off. I left the bathroom, then returned with my running shorts and shirt. I used hand soap to wash them in the sink, then rinsed them. Once again I left the bathroom. I hung my wet clothing on plastic hangers and sat down on the bed to wait. About ten minutes later Jerri limped into the bedroom, wrapped in her robe. I got up, picked her up, and carried her to the bed. "You're supposed to stay off your leg, Jerri." She glared at me. I laid her on her back. She clutched the robe tightly around herself. "You can't be here like that!" She said. "Put something on!" "Jerri, my clothes are quick-drying, and I'll dress in a little while. Besides, you know what I look like naked, so what's the big deal?" "Fuck you, Jim! Yes, I've seen you naked. And you've seen me, too. I even gave you a handjob! But dammit anyway! We're not married to each other! This is wrong! Wrong! Wrong!" I didn't comment about her hypocrisy. I sat down on the bed and gently held her injured leg. "Just think of me as another naked trainer, Jerri. Pretend I'm Mike or something." I began to unwrap the soaked elastic bandage that held the ice pack to her ankle. There was some swelling, but it wasn't too bad. Jerri continued to complain about my nudity. I ignored her as I used two of the ice cups to massage her ankle. When I was done, I wrapped another ice pack around her injury, and secured it with a wrap. Finally I got a cushion from a chair and put it under her ankle. I lifted her robe and tried to peek under it, but she quickly grabbed it and held it down. I laughed. I was trying to give the impression that I was just being playful. I didn't want her to realize that I was dangerous. "You heard Mike, Jerri. Keep your leg raised like this for the next couple of hours. Later I'll come back to help you with dinner. If you need me, I'm in room ten-sixteen." I dressed in my nearly-dry shirt and shorts, then pulled on my socks and shoes. As I left Jerri's room, I turned and looked at her lying on the bed, leg raised, still wrapped in the heavy robe. "And thanks!" I said. "I've never had a better handjob! And your body is incredible!" With that I picked up the cooler, stepped into the hall, and headed for the elevators. In the lobby I made arrangements with the front desk to make more cups of solid ice and to keep the other items in a freezer. A vision of Jerri naked filled my thoughts as I rode back up in the elevator. When I returned to my own room, the message light on the phone was blinking. I retrieved the message, and placed the requested call to my friend Al. After a five- minute conversation, I sat alone on the bed, fingering my wedding ring and thinking about marriage vows, fidelity, and sexual arousal. I called Al again and this time gave him specific instructions. He promised to take care of everything and said he would call me later when he was done. When he still hadn't called by 6:15, I got dressed and retrieved my supplies from the front desk. Then I returned to Jerri's room. I had kept her keycard, and since she hadn't set the deadbolt, I easily got in. She was lying exactly as I had left her except that she was now dressed in shorts and a top. I could see that she was also wearing a bra. The look on her face was odd. Did she know that I knew the truth about her? "I don't know whether to be afraid of you or not, Jim." She said. "But as long as you understand that I'm absolutely not going to have sex with you, I would appreciate whatever help you can give me with my ankle." "Jerri, I promise I won't rape you, okay? At least not tonight. Is that good enough? All you have to do is say NO and if my stiff prick is anywhere near your hairy twat, I'll move it a safe distance away. Okay?" Jerri gave me a long look, then finally nodded her head. "You don't have to be so crude, Jim. But yes, that's fine. I really need your help." I handed her Jerri room-service menu. "Let's order dinner." She told me what she wanted and I placed our orders. "Well, we've got about forty-five minutes. Let me do your ankle again." I kicked off my sandals and stripped off my clothes. I was semierect, and as Jerri stared at me, my penis became completely hard. "I thought . . . But . . . "She stammered. "Hey, Jerri, I'm just a naked trainer, remember? You want me to take care of your ankle, right? Well, this is the way I dress when I do that kind of work. Just like Mike." I sat down on Jerri's bed and carefully unwrapped her ankle. I could see the beginning of a couple of bruises, exactly where Mike had said the injuries were. I gently kissed each one. Jerri gasped at this mild intimacy. I used two blocks of ice to gently rub and massage the injured areas, then put a fresh ice pack on her leg and wrapped it again with the elastic bandage. Jerri hadn't said a word the entire time. She had frequently glanced at my erection, but after her first outburst she hadn't otherwise reacted to my nudity. I checked my watch and saw that we still had about fifteen minutes. So I sat naked on the bed and massaged both of Jerri's calves and feet. My being naked was making her nervous, and it took a long time to get her to relax. When the food was about due, I heard the chime of the elevator, and I quickly jumped into my clothes. The knock announcing the arrival of our food came just as I zipped my erection into my shorts. As soon as the waiter had left our food and departed, I stripped off my clothes and rearranged the furniture so that Jerri could eat propped up with chair cushions on her bed. I sat on a nearby chair and ate my own meal. Jerri didn't say anything, but there was a puzzled expression on her face throughout most of the meal. Finally she spoke. "Exactly what the fuck are you doing? Do you think I'm going to spread my legs for you just because you're sitting naked in my hotel room with a hard on? Maybe guys get all turned on by seeing naked women, but I can assure you that this is one woman who isn't turned on by naked men! Besides, Tony has a better body!" Tony and I were built about the same, so I doubted this last comment had much truth to it. Well, I already knew she wasn't exactly truthful. And I could see that her pupils were large, and I decided she was getting more aroused than she wanted to admit. So I just smiled and continued eating. Things were working out better than I'd planned. I still had three more days - if I needed them, When we were both finished, I slipped the tray into the hall, being careful not to be seen. I removed the cushions from her bed and had her lie back down. Then I stood over Jerri. My erection was directly above her breasts. It was gently throbbing with the beating of my heart. She stared at it and looked at me with a questioning look on her face. "I can't go back to my room like this, so I'm going to beat off. Now I can either squirt it all over that nice cashmere top - and probably permanently stain it. Or you can take your top and bra off, and I'll do it onto your breasts. It's up to you." With that I began to masturbate. Jerri made a brief attempt to get up, but I easily pushed her back against the bed. I felt the faint beginnings of excitement building in my groin. I had never done this in front of anyone before, and I was surprised to discover how excited it made me. I also knew most of my arousal was a result of Jerri's helplessness. I started to grunt and my penis felt hot. Jerri abruptly yanked her top up and pulled it over her head. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She had barely pulled it off her breasts when my first shot struck her squarely on her right nipple. I noted that both of her nipples were dark and erect as several additional squirts from my penis splashed onto her chest. When I finished, Jerri lay on the bed as if she were in shock. She stared at the shiny white semen decorating her breasts and made a strange sound as she breathed. I was puzzled, then saw that she was breathing heavily through her nose so that she could smell my cum. Tony had never been very imaginative, and I imagined that this was the first time anybody had ever sprayed cum on her, not counting my earlier time in the shower. Well, I knew she deserved bukkake, even if she was probably unaware of what it was. My penis was soft and I wiped it with a tissue so that I wouldn't drip onto Jerri's bed. Then I used my fingers to rub my semen all around her breasts and nipples. She grabbed my wrist and tried to pull my hand away, but I was too strong for her. After a brief struggle, she released my wrist and sighed. I could feel the tension in her body, but I could also feel her areolae and nipples getting harder. She still looked shocked, but she made no further effort to stop me. After a few ,minutes my cum was starting to dry on Jerri's breasts, but there was still plenty that was wet. I got some on my fingers, and before Jerri could react, I smeared it on her lips. When she really began to struggle, I pinned her arms over her head, gathered more cum on my fingers, and smeared it into her nostrils and between her upper lip and her nose. Then still holding her hands over her head, I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Jerri twisted her mouth away from me, and I released her arms. "You pervert! You sick pervert! That doesn't turn me on! It makes me sick!" I leaned down and inhaled through my nose directly over Jerri's abdomen. "Say what you will, Jerri, but even through your shorts I can smell that your pussy is already wet. Want me to do anything about it?" Jerri cursed and swore. I got up and got dressed. "I'll be back around 10:30." I said. "I have to do the ice rub bit one more time tonight, right? See you then!" Jerri was still lying on her bed as I left the room. She didn't want to put her bra on her cum-sticky breasts, and she didn't bother covering her breasts with her hands. She glared at me and I grinned. My message light was flashing again. Again It was from Al. I finally tracked him down, and he told me he'd done everything I'd asked. He told me everything that had happened. I thanked him and hung up. At least one obligation was removed from my agenda: Thanks to Al I certainly didn't have to call home to talk to my wife. I returned to Jerri's room early, probably around 10:20. As I slipped into her room, I could hear that she was talking to Tony on the phone. She was once again fully dressed, and I assumed she had stumbled into the bathroom and cleaned my cum off. Jerri tried to wave me away, but I quietly stripped off all my clothes and leaned over her bed. She tried to concentrate on what Tony was saying, and I quickly unfastened her shorts and began to pull them down her legs. Because she was holding the telephone with one hand, I didn't have to struggle very hard. In a matter of seconds I was working her shorts over her feet. I was careful to avoid touching her sore ankle. Jerri was wearing white bikini panties. She grabbed hold of them with her free hand, and I yanked on them until they ripped. I pulled the scraps off her and stared at her pubic hair until she covered herself with her free hand. Her face was bright red and she was silently mouthing that I should stop. Jerri struggled, but she was simultaneously attempting to carry on a conversation with her husband as I tugged and pulled at her remaining clothing. Whenever she moved her hand from her crotch to my hands on her blouse, I slid a hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy. She had to reach down to pull my hand out of her crotch, and when she did so, I made progress undressing her. Hers was a losing struggle. She couldn't hang up on Tony, she couldn't tell him what I was doing, and she couldn't stop me. After a couple of minutes I had Jerri completely naked except for the wrap on her ankle. She glared at me as I grinned at her predicament. I unwrapped her injury and began to rub her ankle with the ice. I listened to her end of the conversation. "Yes, dear. I'm a little . . . uncomfortable. But I'll be okay. Jim's going to help me wrap my leg again, and then I'll take some Tylenol and get some sleep. I'll say Hi to him for you. Yes . . . Yes, I will . . . 'Night, Sweetie! I love you! 'Night!" As soon as Jerri hung up, she started to curse me in a loud whisper. "Damn you anyway! I always liked you, but you're nothing but an asshole! Didn't you ever grow up? And what about Sara? Don't you give a fuck about what she will think about this? Damn you!" I continued to work on Jerri's leg as she ranted on and on in a similar vein. Finally I rewrapped her ankle. I stared at her until she wound down. "Well? Aren't you going to say anything? Well?" "Jerri, I could never forgive myself if your ankle got worse tonight. So I'm going to stay here with you. In your bed. Naked. I don't ever plan to tell Sara about this, and I imagine you won't tell Tony, either. But if you need anything during the night - anything at all - I'll help you. Isn't that thoughtful of me?" "If you think I'm going to allow you to sleep in my bed you've got your head stuck solidly up your ass! Now get out of my room!" I got up and hung the Do Not Disturb sing on the outside doorknob. I set the deadbolt lock on the door, then turned out all of the lights in the room except the one in the bathroom. In the same voice adults use with children I said, "Do you need to tinkle before nighty-night, Jerri? I'll be glad to carry you in and put you on the potty!" "Didn't you hear anything I said? Get the fuck out of my room! Right now!" I needed to crush Jerri's resistance. I opened several drawers until I found a pair of panty hose. I unrolled them and walked over to the bed. Her face was apprehensive as I approached. I reached for her breasts, and she grabbed my hand with both of hers. That gave me the opportunity to take hold of both of her wrists. I leaned on top of her and held her down while I tied her wrists together. She tried to kick me, but I had no trouble protecting myself from her one, good leg. Then I pulled her hands over her head and tied them to the frame of the bed. I sat back and stared at Jerri. With her hands tied and with one of her legs injured, she was nearly helpless. When she stopped cursing, I leaned down and kissed and sucked her nipples. "Jerri, I'm going to share your bed tonight. If you prefer to be tied up like this, fine. But I'm staying." I pulled the blanket and sheet out from under Jerri, then crawled in with her and pulled them up again. I kissed her on the face, but she turned away. Then I pressed myself against her side and began to rub her breasts. I wished her good night. In spite of her sore ankle, Jerri twisted away from me onto her side. I spooned against her and continued to rub her breasts. My erection slipped between the cheeks of her behind, and I moved lower in the bed so that I could thrust directly against her pussy. Her nipples were as hard as stones. Even with Jerri's thighs clamped tightly together, after several minutes the slow thrusts of my hips soon had the head of my penis touching her labia. I could feel her heat and wetness each time I pushed. Her areolae were now puffed out and bumpy, and she began to grunt and moan in time with my hip movements. Jerri involuntarily opened her thighs, and most of the head of my penis was suddenly enveloped by the warm, wet folds of her pussy. She yanked and pulled at the panty hose holding her arms over her head. I pushed, and the head of my penis went completely inside her. She moaned. "You said . . . You said . . . you weren't . . . going to . . . rape me!" Jerri gasped. "All you have to do is roll onto your back, Jerri. But if you stay like this it will be adultery. If it isn't already. I can feel your vagina squeezing the end of my prick. Do you want me to go all the way in? MMMH! That felt good! Did I just go deeper?" The Jungle: Predator and Prey Jerri clamped her legs together and stopped my penetration. She was clearly aroused to the point where she really needed to get some release, but she was also trying to convince me that she wanted to maintain her marital fidelity. Given what I already knew about her, I found her struggle to be amusing. Well, good theater is often funny, isn't it? Al had confirmed what I had learned several weeks earlier. He had talked to my wife, and Sara had admitted that she had seen Jerri having sex with Brian, her husband's younger brother. That was only three months after Jerri and Tony got married. I fully expected to soon join the ranks of the men - well, one man at least - who had made Tony an unknowing cuckold. The way Jerri was grunting and the powerful scent of her pussy persuaded me that she would want me to fuck her in a matter of minutes. She knew she didn't have any marital fidelity to protect, so how long could she pretend to be virtuous with me? Most likely she would struggle and whine until I slipped completely inside her - and then claim that I'd forced her. Jerri surprised me when she rolled onto her back, painfully pulling the head of my penis out of her in the process. She spread her legs apart, and I heard a sharp pop as her vagina opened. "If you're going . . . to fuck me . . . at least don't . . . do it like a dog!" She gasped. As much as I wanted to take her, I decided to help her play her game of being faithful to Tony. More important, because I'd tied her hands she wasn't really willingly yielding to my advances. This was too much like rape. I wanted to seduce her if I could. I slid my hand down her tummy, into her pubic hair, and between her open legs. My fingers squished between her wet and slippery labia, and I found her hard, little clitoris. I slipped two fingers inside her and began to slowly finger-fuck her. At the same time I leaned over her and started licking and sucking on her nipples. "Ow! Take it easy, dammit! My nipples are bigger and more sensitive since I got pregnant! Don't pull so fucking rough on them!" I adjusted my nipple action appropriately. The combination of nipple stimulation, finger-fucking, and regular pressure from my thumb on Jerri's clitoris brought her to orgasm within a few minutes. As soon as she calmed down, I began again. "God, isn't that enough? Untie me! You proved your point, whatever it is! You don't need to . . . Stop that!" Jerri was attempting to regain control, so I left her hands tied and I continued to stimulate her. She was still resisting, and I wanted her to submit to me. Jerri stopped talking about an hour later when she had her third orgasm, and after that the only sounds she made were grunts and moans. By that time she was covered with fresh perspiration, and her entire body shook and bounced on the bed as she climaxed. I had almost complete control of her helpless body's erotic responses. I was now using three and four fingers to fuck Jerri, and her G-spot had become a hard, sensitive, swollen area inside her immediately behind her clitoris. My fingers moving in and out of her, made an erotic, slurping sound as her vagina squeezed and contracted around them. I rolled away from Jerri and pulled my fingers out of her vagina. Then I crawled between her legs. I rubbed the head of my penis against her opening, and she thrust her hips forward, trying to pull me inside her. "What do you want me to do, Jerri?" "F-f-fuck me! DO IT!" My throbbing penis was telling me to do exactly that, but I had much more planned for Jerri. Besides no woman likes to offer a man her body and have him turn it down. I straddled her body and moved up the bed. I pressed the head of my penis against her lips. "Suck it Jerri. I'm going to cum in your mouth." Jerri opened her mouth and sucked half my penis into her mouth. She must have tasted herself on my penis, but she didn't show any reaction to the flavor as she licked me. I had been ready to cum for a long time, and her licking and sucking was more than enough. I ejaculated almost immediately. She choked and coughed and released my shrinking penis. When my climax finally finished, I climbed off the bed and turned on a light. Jerri blinked as I stared at her. She was an incredible sight, lying with her legs apart, with her hands still tied over her head. The bed was wet under her pussy. Her areolae were dark and puffy, with her nipples sticking straight out. Cum was smeared all over her lips and some was dripping down both sides of her mouth. She was covered with perspiration and her hair was a complete mess. Her eyes were wild with arousal, and she was rocking her hips on the bed. Unless she masturbated herself in front of me, I planned to leave her hanging. Jerri had struggled to free her hands, and the blood flow to her hands had almost been cut off. Her fingers were cold and colored bluish-purple. I tried to untie her, but she had pulled the knots too tight. I found a pair of scissors and cut her free. I picked Jerri up and carried her to the bathroom. I set her on the toilet. She whimpered as the blood began to flow back into her hands. "Take a piss, Jerri. Then we go back to bed." "Aren't . . . aren't you going to help me clean up?" The pain in her hands had clearly distracted her from her arousal, and she was thinking about other comforts besides sexual satisfaction. I ignored her question. As soon as she finished, she blotted herself with toilet paper. It was difficult since her fingers were still stiff. Then I picked her up and cradled her in my arms as I added my own urine to the bowl. I flushed the toilet, closed the bathroom door so that only a little light came into the room, and carried Jerri back to the bed. I placed her in the wet spot on the bed, turned out the light, and crawled into the bed. I spooned my body against hers and moved my hand from one of her breasts to the other as I began to relax. Her nipples were stiff and I could feel her legs trembling. I heard her softly crying as I drifted off the sleep. DAY THREE Jerri woke me when she struggled to her feet in order to go to the bathroom. She was moving better already. After using the toilet, we shared a shower. Jerri was still angry and wouldn't kiss me, but she didn't struggle when I washed her body. She scrubbed my body, paying particular attention to my penis. Given my plans for her, that was a wise decision. I ordered breakfast, then took care of her ankle while we waited for the food to arrive. Most of the ice had melted in the cooler, but it there was still enough to take care of her injury. She lay naked on the bed, staring at me. Her eyes looked both angry and fearful. I saw that Jerri had bruised herself trying to get free, and there were faint, dark rings circling her arms. I gently kissed each of her wrists. That simple gesture had an abrupt effect on her attitude. The look on her face changed from anger to surprise. "Do they hurt?" I asked. She shook her head. I kissed her lips and she kissed me back. Now her face had a wonderful just-fucked look. Obviously she was remembering her many orgasms a few hours before. Jerri waited in the bathroom while the waiter brought our breakfast. As we finished, she remarked that we had missed an entire day's sessions. "We're supposed to be listening to talks and going to workshops! You can't keep me naked in my room all day!" "Jerri, we're going to miss a lot more. You've got to go back so that Mike can check out your ankle, remember? Here. Read this. I found it in a plastic bag inside the cooler." I handed Jerri a brochure about the nudist resort "we" had joined. I had already read it the day before while waiting in my room for Al to call. As she sipped her coffee, she glanced over at me. This group was fairly open about sexuality as well as nudity. They didn't allow public sex - or even sexual touching - in front of the children, but they provided special facilities throughout the grounds for adult activities. I wondered if Jerri knew that I planned to make use of them with her. Well, she would soon find out. About 10:00 I helped Jerri into a car I'd rented at the hotel desk. We were both dressed in shorts and shirts. Unless someone looked carefully, it was not obvious that she was not wearing underwear. She had complained about that, but eventually had done as I demanded. She didn't like me dominating her, but she was beginning to tolerate it. We arrived at the nudist camp's parking lot about ten minutes later. I picked Jerri up and carried her into the main entrance building. She blushed crimson when I stripped her shirt and shorts off, but she made no attempt to stop me. I removed my own, and put everything into a wire basket with a number. I found that I could keep from getting completely erect if I avoided looking at her body. Wearing my sandals and carrying both Jerri and the cooler, I managed to reach the small first-aid building. Mike and Ginny were both there, apparently doing paperwork. "Hey, welcome to the group!" Mike called as soon as he saw that Jerri was naked. "It's not so bad, now is it?" "I fell like everybody's staring at me!" Jerri muttered. "Everybody IS!" Ginny laughed. "But they'll stop as soon as you stop trying to hide yourself with your hands! People naturally want to see what you're concealing!" I laid Jerri on the table and Mike unwrapped her ankle. "Looks like you did a good job, Jim. The swelling's going down, and there doesn't appear to be any more bleeding. You might keep up the ice treatments for another day or so, but what this ankle really needs now is careful exercise." Mike proceeded to describe a succession of exercises, each designed to help strengthen the injured tendons and muscles. I listened, but my mind was elsewhere. Jerri's labia were swollen pinkish-red, and they protruded from her dark pubic hair. I couldn't help getting erect. Even Mike got hard. Everything about Jerri's posture radiated sexual readiness. Ginny blushed and smiled at us. I liked her attitude! Mike showed me how to wrap Jerri's ankle, then unwrapped it and had me do it. "This will give enough support that you can walk on it, Jerri. But be careful! Stick to the exercises I showed you until it doesn't hurt at all, okay?" Jerri limped around the room doing several exercises under Mike's watchful eye. Then he suggested that Jerri and I take a slow walk around the club. "Take it easy and stretch it out. If it hurts, stop! Take time to enjoy the pool. If you have any trouble, get back to me." With that Mike gestured toward the door. With Jerri leaning lightly on my shoulder, we began to slowly walk. We immediately came back inside. "Sun screen! We forgot!" I cried. Ginny giggled and reached into a cabinet and handed us a large bottle. "I'll put it on your account, Jim!" She said. "This stuff works. SPF fifty! And it doesn't sting, even in sensitive places." I was obviously making progress with Ginny, too. Now she was calling me by my first name. Jerri and I walked into the next room and began to apply the lotion. We were alone, and I playfully rubbed Jerri's breasts. She looked around to be certain nobody was looking, and then she rubbed lotion all over my erection. I was rubbing her nipples and she was stroking my penis when Ginny walked in and gasped. "Maybe you two should start in one of the cabins!" She laughed. Jerri stepped away from me and blushed. Her nipples were as erect as my penis. She had clearly decided that the only way she could regain control was to have sex with me. "Cabins?" Jerri silently mouthed. As soon as we were alone again, I reminded her about the tiny cabins scattered throughout the property. Each contained a bathroom and a bed - and little else. A sign hanging on the door to each one had three color choices. Green meant available, Red meant the occupants did not wish to be disturbed, and Yellow signaled that the bed linens needed to be changed. A couple of naked maids rolled carts around the property, changing the sheets as necessary, and then changing the colored sign to green again when they were done. "I told you! I'm not going to cheat on Tony! So forget it! Last night was . . . almost a big mistake!" I just grinned. Her protruding labia and stiff nipples said otherwise! With her hand again on my shoulder, we began our walk. My erection began to throb. Jerri's red face and erect nipples coupled by my rigid rod caused nearly everyone who saw us to grin and then point toward the nearest cabins. It was a relief to finally reach the swimming pool. Once under water, our "problem" was not as obvious. Jerri did her underwater exercises, and I swam a few laps. After about fifteen minutes I pulled her over toward an empty, bubbling whirlpool bath which was adjacent to the swimming pool. I sat down with only my head above the water and pulled her onto my lap. My erection was wedged against her legs until she opened her thighs. As it sprang up between her legs, I pressed her breasts with my hands, pulling her back against my chest. "Dammit Jim! People can see what we're doing!" "Not really, Jerri! Didn't you read the brochure? These bubbles hide everything we do! Relax! There aren't any children around." "Relax? You're feeling me up and I'm supposed to relax? Are you nuts?" "Why don't you reach down and check on them?" "Wha . . .? Oh shit! You're so crude!" But she did reach between her legs, and I could feel her fingers rubbing my shaft and gently pulling on my balls. Under cover of the bubbles I slowly rolled her nipples between my fingers. I cupped her breasts. They were bigger than I remembered and her nipples were really hard. "Careful, dammit! They're really sensitive. And we really shouldn't do this!" Jerri was still fondling my genitals and I could feel her rubbing her crotch against my shaft. I flexed my hips, and moved my penis forward and back. This made the head of my penis move from about the top of Jerri's pubic hair to just below her pubic bone. She began to grunt as the contact between our genitals worked its magic. Jerri abruptly stiffened and she sucked in a deep breath and held it. I could feel her hips thrusting and jerking against my penis as she used both hands to press it firmly against her clitoris. She arched her head back and kicked several times with both legs. Her body trembled for several seconds, then she finally exhaled. Her breath came in little gasps. "This is wrong. We're both married. We can't do this!" She whispered. "I've never . . . I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't . . . " I began to gently stroke her nipples. "OH GOD! Stop that!" She shuddered. Jerri tried to get off me, but I pulled her back. My erection was still between her legs. "Jim! Stop! I'm not going to be unfaithful to Tony! And there are people watching what we're doing!" "I don't want to cheat on Sara either, Jerri. But I can't get out of the pool with my penis like this!" I whispered. "I'm so excited I almost can't stop!" Jerri nodded. "Okay. I'll rub you until you come. But then we've got to calm down! This is too dangerous." With that she again reached between her legs and began to stroke my penis. Jerri's touch quickly brought my arousal to a fever pitch. Once again I began to thrust my hips forward and back. I could feel her pussy rubbing against my shaft. My climax began to build. Jerri's hips began to thrust forward and back in time with my motions, and once again she pressed my penis firmly against her pussy. She took another deep breath and held it as she began to climax a second time. As her head arched back, I stopped thrusting, and Jerri's hip motions bounced her crotch forward and up. For the first time since the evening before, my penis was positioned directly against her opening. She was still pressing her fingers firmly against my penis, and I felt his head slip inside her. I pushed forward and up with my hips, and I easily slipped completely into her as her vagina began to squeeze my penis. She cried out. I had fantasized about this moment for several years, and I ejaculated immediately. Jerri's body jerked and shook once again as another orgasm consumed her. She spread her legs apart and shoved back against me as hard as she could. Each shot of cum caused her vagina to violently squeeze my penis. My ejaculations stopped, and Jerri let her breath out. Her body continued to tremble in orgasm. My penis was erect still inside her, and as she inhaled, I felt her vagina clamp down on my penis. Her body shook again. She made soft cries as she exhaled. I thought she was done, but her orgasm exploded again as she inhaled with another penis-clamping tremor of her vagina. After several breaths, she inhaled and held her breath again and her body shook so hard I had to wrap my arms around her waist to hold her on top of me. Jerri's legs were kicking violently, and my semierect penis pulled out of her. I felt her tremors beginning to weaken, and I held her against me until they were done. She was completely limp in my arms. When she calmed down, I kissed Jerri's cheek. She twisted around and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Well that's settled." I said. Jerri gave me a puzzled look. "No question about it. We just fucked each other. We just cheated on our spouses." Jerri blushed. "I couldn't . . . After last night . . . I was still so hot . . . Oh shit! You got me so worked up last night that I HAD to fuck you. Dammit! You've always been able to turn me on! Just smelling you. Or tasting you. Now we're . . . we're adulterers. Aren't we?" "Yeah, we are. But at least we had a good time doing it." I gently rubbed Jerri's nipples as I kissed her and she moaned into my mouth. I doubted that my own actions had been entirely responsible for Jerri's series of orgasms. It was more likely that having sex in a public place really turned her on. Well, I had previously seen evidence that supported that theory. But this had easily been the most exciting sex I'd ever experienced. As we cuddled in the bubbly water, I saw a fat women waddling toward us. Her breasts were large and drooping, and her pubic hair must have been a foot long. She was about as sexy looking as a gorilla. She stopped directly over us. "The kissing is okay, but that other stuff . . . I'm just glad there weren't any kids around! If you're going to get so excited, take it to one of the cabins! That's what they're there for!" She glared down at the two of us, then waddled away. Jerri looked around and realized that at least two dozen people were staring at us from around the adjacent swimming pool. "Oh God! They all saw us fucking! God no!" "Jerri! It's okay! They think we're married! Relax!" Jerri looked around and realized that almost everyone was smiling at her. She waved, and several waved back. "First you're worried that people saw us screwing, and now you're proud of it. Make up your fucking mind, woman! But when you wave like that, everyone can see your boobs shaking!" Jerri spun around so that her breasts were pressed against my chest. She kissed me. "I should feel guilty, but I don't. That was fantastic!" She reached down and pulled on my penis. I could feel it starting to stiffen. She no longer had any reticence about fucking me. Since we had already "done it," apparently doing it again was okay. "Again? Well, not here, Jerri! I think we've put on a good enough show. And I hear a group of kids coming to swim. We wouldn't want to scare them, would we?" About ten minutes after the kids began to splash and scream in the pool, Jerri and I stopped kissing and cuddling. We climbed out of the whirlpool and continued our walk. We stopped at a picnic area and I used my ID card to buy some hot dogs and drinks. We enjoyed them while sitting at a picnic table next to a naked family. As we finished and walked away, Jerri was obviously excited. "I can't believe how good the sun feels on my breasts! And the way the breeze feels cool on my wet pussy! This is great!" The Jungle: Predator and Prey She kissed me again, then we headed along another path into the woods. We found ourselves alone in bright sunlight, standing in a clearing beside one of the cabins. I squeezed out more lotion and began to rub it over Jerri's body. She returned the favor, and we were soon rubbing our slippery bodies against each other and moaning as we hungrily kissed. Our hands roamed everywhere we could reach. "If the sign is green, let's go in!" Jerri moaned. Holding Jerri's slippery body pressed full-length against mine, I walked backwards until we reached the front of the cabin. "YES!" Jerri yelled when she saw the sign. There was no trace of a limp as she scampered up the steps and into the cabin. I changed the sign from green to red, and turned around as I closed the door. Jerri was lying on her back, spread-eagled, with her arms over her head. She was almost in the same position as the night before when I'd tied her hands. Jerri was in a hurry, but I took my time. Well, I tried. Jerri's scent had always stirred something primitive inside me, and I only managed to hold back for a few minutes. When I entered her, she shrieked and yelled as she climaxed. Her orgasms were nearly continual for several minutes, and in spite of my earlier ejaculations, I couldn't hold back. She squeezed me with her vagina so hard that I screamed, too. We lay side-by-side and dozed and cuddled for over an hour. The cabin was not air conditioned, and sweat was running off us in little streams. I was sexually sated for the moment, but the scent of Jerri's sweat mingled with the heady aroma of our sexual activity, and I felt my penis beginning to swell again. Jerri rolled on top of me and spun around so that we could do sixty-nine. She was full of surprises! I doubted she had learned this from Tony! As Jerri tongued and sucked on my balls, I lapped up the juices flowing out of her. I teased her clitoris with my tongue, then suddenly thrust my tongue inside her. I could feel her vagina contracting around it as she began to climax. Her loud moan vibrated against my balls. Jerri got me fully erect, but I wasn't completely recharged. She, on the other hand, was in the zone. I used my lips, tongue, and fingers to stimulate her, and she had one orgasm after another. Her entire body shook the small bed as she came, and the physical effort began to take a toll. As I felt her beginning to tire, I slowed my oral assault on her clitoris, and she fell asleep with her mouth against my balls. I drifted in and out of sleep and thought about my plan. So far it was working out far better than I had ever hoped it would. I'd been afraid I would have to actually rape her, and that might have gotten messy. True, I'd tied her hands last night, but even that had worked better than I had expected. Apparently the intense, primal, animal attraction which we'd felt when we'd been dating was still there. If I could lure her to my room, I'd be able to finish what I'd planned to do. I thought about how best to do this as she made little noises against my balls as she slept. Poor Jerri. She had no idea what had happened to me and what I'd found out. Jerri awoke with a little jump. "My God! What time is it?" I told her it was almost 6:00. "Let's go back to the hotel. This cabin is too fucking hot!" She said. So far, so good. We quickly showered in the bathroom, and I changed the sign on the door to yellow. We didn't bother drying off, instead letting the late afternoon sun and gentle breeze do the job. Jerri's ankle was bothering her again, so we walked slowly as we returned to the main entrance. She had one arm over my shoulder, and I reached around her back and rubbed her breast as we walked. She was humming. Her nipple was stiff and hard under my fingers. I released her breast as soon as we encountered other people. We quickly got into our clothes, and shortly after 7:00 we arrived back at the hotel. I dropped Jerri off at the entrance and parked the car. As I walked back for her, I had to smile. Every man who walked past her stared at her chest. Her nipples were poking so hard against her shirt that her near-nudity and sexual arousal was obvious to everyone. We went to Jerri's room, stripped off our clothing, and ordered food. While we waited for it to arrive, I unwrapped her ankle, rubbed more ice on it, and re-wrapped it. Jerri held her legs apart, with her uninjured knee pulled up toward her head. She was presenting herself to me in the most fundamentally primitive way a woman can. Her vagina was slightly open, and her labia were swollen purple and maroon. She was announcing her readiness. When we finished eating, I pushed the tray into the hall. When I turned around Jerri was spread-eagled on the bed, exactly as she had been in the cabin. I leaned down and kissed her, then got dressed. The look on her face was pure astonishment. "Don't you want . . . Don't you want to make love?" She asked. "Jerri, I want to make love to you all night long. But after today, I can't stay here and stare at your body while you talk to your husband. I'd feel guilty." Frankly Tony was almost the last person on my mind, but I thought it would sound good to say this. "You call him. If you still want to have sex with me, use this key card . . . " I put one of mine on her bureau. "And come to my room. You know the number. Ten-sixteen. I'm not going to force you to do anything. Tying you up last night was unfair. I won't do that to you again." "But . . . But I won't hear from Tony until after 10:00! We've got time! Why can't we . . .?" "No, Jerri. I've got to rest or I won't be able to go again! And you may feel guilty, too, after talking to Tony. I only want you to make love to me if you're sure that's what you want. I'll leave the deadbolt off." I knew enough about Jerri to realize there was no way she would feel guilty - as long as she thought she wouldn't get caught. As I headed to my room, I made a bet with myself that she would be in my room by 11:00. Just before I'd left for the convention, my wife had taken our new daughter to visit her folks. I'd had to hassle the telephone company, but I'd managed to get our land-line home telephone number moved to an apartment I'd rented. About 9:00 I called it from my room, and the answering machine picked up. I typed the code to control it. The recorded message stopped and I typed the code to play our messages. There were two, both from Jerri. "Hi, Sara. This is Jerri. God, I was surprised to see Jim at the meetings! He showed me pictures of your new baby, and she's so cute! He acts like a typical new father! Call me, babe!" Then she gave the telephone number of the hotel and her room number. That one had come in about an hour after the luncheon the day before. "It's me again, Sara. Guess you're not there. Did you tell Jim anything? He's acting sort of strange. Gimme a call soon. I really need to know what's going on!" This time she gave her cell phone number. Jerri had left this message about a half-hour earlier. I was amused by her message. Apparently my fucking her was "acting strange." She actually arrived at 10:45, easily beating my 11:00 estimate. As she burst in, she started laughing. "Don't men ever unpack? You've got stuff all over everything!" My suitcase was open on the table, a briefcase was on top of the dresser, and another case was half-open on one of the chairs. I felt a moment of panic as she started toward the one on the chair. I didn't want her to move anything! Or see what was inside! "Jerri, are you here to criticize my habits or what?" She turned around. "I'm here to fuck you until you scream for mercy!" She said. I laughed. "How about this time we do it right? I've got some wine, and we can sip that while we neck. Then we can start undressing each other until . . . Well, until you fuck me until I scream!" We sat together on the bed, sipping wine and kissing, slowly building the erotic tension. By the time we were both undressed, my penis was dripping with pre-cum and Jerri's pussy had made a wet spot on the bed. The primitive animal attraction between us was unbelievably powerful, and Jerri was no longer fighting it. Finally I whispered in her ear, "Why don't you fuck me this time?" I pulled down the covers and lay on my back on the bed. Jerri climbed on top of me and guided my erection into her vagina. "I want you inside me! Now!" She said in a loud voice, and she pulled me completely inside her as she sat down. "God! Yes!" She yelled. I began to gently rub her breasts and she began her first orgasm of the evening. As I thrust up into her, she leaned her head back and moaned and screamed. I could feel her vagina pulsing as it squeezed my erection. Under normal circumstances, the intensity of her orgasm would have made me ejaculate, even after the earlier sex that afternoon. But I managed to hold back for several minutes as Jerri finished her first orgasm and then began to slide up and down me as she built to another. I endured her second climax, but her third one was so intense I completely lost it. I knew I screamed with her, but the roaring in my ears was so loud I couldn't really hear. Jerri flopped down on me and gradually caught her breath. "I want to do that again!" She said. Then she gave me a wicked grin and spun around so that she could suck my penis until I was erect. Once again we did sixty-nine. I became erect immediately before I brought her to an oral climax. Jerri spun around and mashed her lips against mine. We were both slippery with our combined juices, and the kiss was so incredibly primitive that I felt my balls twitching. She sat up and impaled herself on me again, and she began to bounce up and down, more violently than she had done earlier. I could feel heat building in my groin as Jerri bounced, twisted, and squeezed my penis. Her breasts were swinging wildly, and she was grunting and moaning. Well, so was I. The scent from her body mingled with the aroma of sex, and every time I inhaled through my nose I felt my balls throb - almost painfully. She reached the point where she had climaxed earlier, but she kept bouncing. Her vagina was twitching as it squeezed my penis, yet she continued to move me in and out of her. She was making little high-pitched squeals that I'd never heard her do before. I thrust my hips up several times and I felt my ejaculation starting to explode. There was a wonderful hot, burning sensation as each burst of cum squirted out of my penis. I screamed as Jerri's vagina squeezed so hard it almost crushed my penis. The pain and pleasure were simply too intense, and I felt myself starting to pass out after my second shot of cum. Jerri's motions became more violent, and my penis jerked out of her just as my final burst of cum shot out of my penis. I was aware of her trembling body falling on top of me just as I blacked out completely. DAY FOUR I felt Jerri's limp body lying on top of me as I revived. I looked at the bedside clock, and it was just after 2:00. Well, that had been a truly incredible couple of hours. I managed to pull the sheet on top of the two of us without moving her off me. As I fell asleep I could feel wetness dripping onto me from her pussy. The smell was as wonderful as the sex had been. I was awakened when I heard someone trying to enter the room. The deadbolt stopped them. I heard an accented voice mutter an apology. A few seconds later I heard the squeaking wheels of the maid's cart moving to the next room. I looked at the clock. 10:20. Jerri was still lying mostly on top of me. I had come out of her, but I was again erect. I slipped out from under her and went to the bathroom. When I came back into the bedroom, she was awake. "I'd like to do that again, but I'm too sore. And I ache all over! What the hell did we do?" "Jerri, I think you almost fucked my balls off! Damn! I passed out when your pussy started sucking my cock! If you weren't already pregnant, that would have done it!" Jerri giggled. "Well, it's about the best sex I've ever had! But I really am sore, so what do we do now?" I checked, then wrapped her ankle again. I got some antiseptic cream and rubbed it into Jerri's bruised and puffy labia. She was so close to the edge that my gentle rubbing got her off again. As I watched her calm down, I knew my plans were going to succeed. She had been easy to seduce. Of course she didn't know how much I had already found out. Well that would soon change. I told Jerri that I had to take care of some things, but that we could get together again that evening, back in my room, after she called Tony. "I think I'll actually go to some of the sessions!" She remarked. She kissed me and left. I spent the rest of the day working with my computer. I called Al again, and sent him some things electronically. He brought me up-to-date on his activities. He looked at some of the things I'd sent him and he whistled. Then he wished me luck. I thanked him, and finished preparing for Jerri's return. I had everything ready when Jerri slipped into my room just after 11:00. She hung out the Do Not Disturb sign and set the deadbolt. Her eyes were sparkling, and her hips swayed as she crossed the room to the chair where I was sitting. She pulled her skirt to her waist, revealing that she was naked beneath it, then sat on my lap facing me. I rubbed her bare behind as we kissed. "How's your pussy? Still red and sore from all the pounding?" Jerri thrust her bare crotch against the tent in my pants. "I rubbed lotion on it all day. I'm still a little tender, but I think I can fuck your balls off anyway!" Jerri kicked off her sandals as I removed her blouse and bra. She moaned as I licked her nipples. "God! It must be the pregnancy, but they're more sensitive every day! If you keep that up . . . Oh shit!" Jerri leaned her head back as I carefully licked and sucked on her nipples. Her pussy was pressing against my erection through my pants. She rocked and twisted her hips in time with my licking. "Your pants are too rough!" She muttered, and she quickly unzipped me and pulled my erection free. Instead of fucking me, she squatted and barely touched the head of my penis to her crotch. She rocked her hips forward and back. I could feel her hard, little clitoris rubbing across the tip of my penis. Her hip motions abruptly became jerky, and she began to tremble. After a couple of minutes she climaxed with a little squeal. She sat down with my penis sticking upright between her legs. "I told you they were sensitive!" Jerri giggled as soon as she could talk. "I didn't even have to feel you inside me to cum! It was like that time outside my dorm!" She climbed off me and lay back on my bed, exposing herself. "I still want to really fuck you, Jim. Hard. That was just a warm-up." I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed between Jerri's legs. "Umm. I see some redness here!" I said. "Perhaps I'd better kiss it." I leaned down and began to give quick, little kisses to every part of her pussy. "That tickles!" Jerri giggled. "But THAT doesn't! God!" I kissed and licked for at least ten minutes until she was starting to lose control. I kissed Jerri with my pussy-juice-smeared lips, and she moaned as she licked her juices from my face. I slowly slid my penis into her, and when I was fully inserted, I twisted from side to side, pressing myself against her clitoris. I felt her climax building, and then I stopped moving. "No-o-o! Finish me, Jim! I'm so close!" Jerri began to twist herself against me, so I pulled out a little bit. "Does Tony make you this hot, Jerri?" "NO! Never! He gets me off most of the time, but not like you do! Sometimes I have to fake it! Now fuck me!" I moved in and out of her several times, and I felt her climax building again. I pulled out about an inch and stopped moving. "How does it feel when Tony has his penis inside you?" Jerri was so close to the edge she was frantic. "Shit! Like this, just not as good! God, Jim! Fuck me!" Jerri clamped down on her anal sphincter and squeezed my erection. I began to move in and out very slowly. Just as Jerri was beginning to explode, I asked, "How does Brian's penis feel inside you?" Jerri was lost in her own sensations and her inhibitions were completely gone. "So big and thick! I cum so fast and hard and . . . " Jerri realized what she had just said, and she stopped moving. "Brian? Who's Brian?" She stupidly asked. She was so close to climax that she really couldn't think very well. I pulled my erection out of Jerri with a loud, wet pop. "Stupid question, Jerri! Brian! Your husband's brother!" "Of course I know Brian. But why . . . How could you think I . . . could POSSIBLY have an affair with him? I'm married to his BROTHER!" Jerri was a good actress. Even lying naked, exposed, and aroused on my bed she looked completely innocent. I opened a bedside drawer and pulled out some computer- printed photographs. "Remember when Sara and I got married? Three months after you did? Remember the girls-only party you threw for Sara? Two nights before I married her?" I tossed a printed photo onto the bed between Jerri's legs. "NOW do you remember Brian?" The photograph showed Brian fucking Jerri doggy- style. She was screaming, obviously in orgasm. Two other naked women could be seen in the background, watching. One of them was my wife, Sara. Jerri's lower lip was trembling and she began to cry. "How . . . How did you get this? It's not what it looks like!" Instead of responding, I tossed two more pictures onto the bed. The first showed a closeup view of the earlier scene. Brian's large, wet penis was partly out of Jerri's pussy. It was obviously huge. The second showed a smiling Jerri lying spread-eagled on her back, her vagina wide open, with a huge stream of cum dripping out of her and forming a puddle between her legs. Jerri stopped crying and stared at me in shock. I tossed her another picture. In this one she was licking a large, wet, erect penis. Streaks of cum could be seen on her face. "Brian's really big, isn't he? Almost ten inches long, and as thick as a can of beer. Hell, your husband's not quite seven, and I'm only six-and-a-half. It must be a real letdown fucking normal-sized guys after doing Brian." Jerri's eyes darted back and forth between the pictures. She had seen them all before. I waited until she looked up at me before I continued. "Viagra really works for Brian, doesn't it? He can fuck several women, one right after the other. And he never wears a condom, does he? Feeling your cunt filled to overflowing with cum is just part of the 'total Brian experience,' right Jerri?" Jerri recognized the phrase she had herself used to describe how it felt to be fucked by Brian. I could see her confusion as she tried to figure out how I knew so much. "But you were number four, weren't you? Brian fucked Debbie after you. She was the last one that night" I tossed another picture. "Number three was Sarah." I tossed another picture. "Number two was Pam." I tossed a picture of Brian fucking Pam. Then I paused. "And who was the first one Brian fucked?" I threw the picture so hard it bounced off Jerri's breasts. "Why, it was Sara, the woman who married me two nights later!" I was breathing hard. Even though I'd rehearsed this moment, I was almost out of control with fury. I listened to Jerri sob as I slowly calmed down. Then, in a quiet voice, I said, "Then there's this picture. Brian pumped so much semen into Sara that it began to squirt out of her when he continued fucking her." I dropped the picture in Jerri's lap. In spite of the pain I felt, I couldn't help looking at it. Sara was on her back with her legs over Brian's shoulders. Her mouth was open in a scream. Her vagina was stretched around his impossibly thick penis. About four inches of his cum-coated shaft was visible, and white cum completely covered her labia, obviously after it had been squeezed out of her.