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His hands left her face and slid down her body, lightly caressing, soothing, coaxing. “What? Tell me.”

“I…we…”

His hands circled around to her buttocks, gripping them, separating them, finding her feminine heat through her clothing. Suddenly light-headed, Jennifer shuddered, wanting him so very badly. His hands on her were arousing, exciting, driving her mad with need. He continued to caress her feminine folds through her clothes, until her knees began to buckle and she realized her will to resist Romeo had fled.

Desperately, Jennifer clung to his shoulders until her breath came in choking gasps and she was trembling like a leaf.

Abruptly he tore his mouth from hers and stared at her, as if trying to read her thoughts. Then he smiled. She exhaled a strangled breath when he gripped her arms and propelled her toward her bedchamber. She stumbled. He swept her into his arms and carried her through the open door. Then he set her on her feet, slammed the door, and turned the key in the lock. He was still smiling as he crowded her backward toward the bed.

The husky timbre of his voice warned her that there was no turning back this time. “’Tis time, sweet Jennifer. I gave you ample warning.”

Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating his dark face. His expression was ruthless, and grimly determined, overwhelming in its intensity. Though she had resisted his masculine appeal thus far, she had always known this day would come. It mattered not that she was a married woman. The church did not consider a marriage legal until it was consummated, and Daniel had not bedded her. She had made certain of that.

“Do not think, Jennifer,” Romeo said, as if aware of her thoughts. “This was meant to be. Patience is a virtue that I lack.”

He drew his tunic over his head and tossed it aside. Then he loosened the ties on his hose and his manhood burst free. She stared at him, and the incredible length and hardness of him. She had felt his male part inside her, but had never seen it in the light of day. He was massive. She saw the veins along the sides throbbing and noted a tiny drop of fluid on the tip.

Her cheeks flamed as he pulled off his hose and tossed them beside his tunic. She caught her breath. He was magnificent. Tall, powerfully built, and virile, he was everything she knew he would be, everything she had dreamed about.

Abruptly his hands moved to the neat braids she had plaited that morning and wound around her head. “I want your hair down when I make love to you.”

She nodded and began pulling wooden pins out of her hair. When her braids hung down her back, Romeo began to unravel them, spreading the silken strands out with his fingers until they fell in shimmering chestnut waves down her back.

Romeo drew her hair aside and kissed her nape. “I love your hair,” he murmured huskily. “When you were a child, I thought it was hideous. I must have been blind.”

Jennifer recalled how Romeo had teased her about the color of her hair, calling her Carrot Top and other unseemly names. But she had not cared, for she had loved Romeo then, with the kind of love only a child was capable of giving.

“Take off your clothes.” His voice sounded urgent, raw. “I want you, Jennifer. Now. It will be different this time. There will be no pain. I will take time to please you.”

Jennifer swallowed a smile. Did he not know he had pleased her the first time despite the initial pain? Slowly, watching his expression change from appreciation to fierce need, she began to undress. When she moved too slowly to suit him, he grasped the neckline of her chemise.

“Nay. Patience, my lord. I cannot afford to lose a piece of clothing when I have so few.”

“I will replace it with a dozen others.” Then he tore it in half, tossing the pieces aside with a growl of impatience.

Jennifer quailed beneath his fierce perusal. She might have turned and run had he not gripped her arms and pulled her roughly against him. Breast to breast, hip to hip, his heat scorched her and left her wanting. When she felt his staff throbbing against her, she cried out her own need.

“I cannot wait!” Shocked by her outburst, she turned bright red.

“Ah, sweet Jennifer. How your impatience pleases me. We will go slowly, my lady. I want to learn all your secrets.” Then he bore her backward onto the bed.

Jennifer’s mind ceased functioning. His gaze was pure fire, flaying her everywhere it touched. He cupped her breast. His mouth found her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, hard, wringing a cry from her. Her hands were on his shoulders, his back, his thighs. His touch, his taste, his scent, all combined to bring her the kind of greedy pleasure she had no right to claim. Not with this man, who was neither her betrothed or her husband.

She trembled violently beneath the kisses raining down on her body. His mouth was hot, his tongue hard, firm, every flick sending unspeakable delight surging through her. She felt him sliding lower on her body and feared he would not stop until he reached…

“Romeo!”

He knelt between her outstretched thighs and looked up at her when she screamed his name. His eyes flashed silver and he gave her a dazzling smile. Then he bent his head and stared at her intimate flesh as if it were a feast he could not wait to devour. She nearly lost control as his talented fingertips stroked up her inner thighs to the lips of her sex, spreading them for his pleasure.

Then he kissed her there.

Jennifer could not breathe, could not think. “Please.” She did not know such things were permissible, much less wonderfully arousing.

He hesitated, looking up at her. “Shall I continue?”

“Nay…aye…I know not! ‘Tis sinful.”

“Aye,” Romeo agreed. “Deliciously sinful. Tell me, Jennifer, do you want me to stop?”

She could feel his hot breath against the tender folds of her womanhood and feared she would die if he stopped now. “Nay, do not stop. Take this to the end.”

He lowered his head and slid his tongue over her wet, swollen flesh. She tried to embrace him and realized their fingers were entwined and her hands imprisoned at her sides. His tongue flicked over a place so sensitive it wrung a cry from her. Stunned, she arched violently upward,. He freed her hands and they immediately fell to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. A joyous emotion bubbled up inside her. It was so strong, so powerful it was like a volcano soon to erupt. And then it did.

n, Abigale followed a well-travelled trail up the valley, along the creek that fed the river with cold mountain run-off.  She had found the old barn her first week on a walk with Sister Margaret, and after the two women had made love, Abigale had begun to make the journey often to climb into the loft and look out over the beautiful valley.  She brought her Bible with her, and although she seldom read from it, it felt good to her to have it there with her while she reflected on herself and her role in the world.

As she casually hiked around a bend in the trail, Abigale saw two figures far ahead of her.  From their uniforms Abigale knew they were students, a boy and a girl.  She watched as the two ran, hand-in-hand, towards the open door of the old brown barn and enter.  Abigale was disappointed that her destination had already become occupied, and was about to turn around and hike back down the valley.  Instead, she began to wonder why the students had come up the valley, especially when they should have been in classes or at their studies.  This afternoon was not a free one for the students, and Abigale brought herself up and strode purposely towards the barn, ready to act the part of a faculty member of St. Sebastiens.

Joseph and Mingxia had both been students at St. Sebastiens for many years.  He was the 19 year-old son of an American Senator studying to become a priest and missionary.  He wanted nothing more than to travel the world and help the needy children of the poorest nations, and bring to them the word of God.  He was now a novice-priest and had duties outside of the classroom that included driving faculty up and down the mountain in the school's sedan.

Mingxia, called Xia by most of the faculty and her friends, was a 16 year-old asian girl that Father Murphy had rescued from a brothel in Manila when she was only 13.  She had been forced into prostitution after her family had sold her for food money to feed the other children of their family.  She had been their oldest daughter, that she knew, but everything else about her family was lost to her.  She had been drugged often, raped by soldiers, sold as a sex-slave to officials, and turned into a whore by the time Father Murphy had discovered her.  The priest had secreted her away to Canada and she had lived at St. Sebastiens ever since.

Xia had become a model student, but she still had a deep craving for the lustful activities she had left behind.  It was these cravings that Joseph had been helping her with for the last year on a regular basis.  They had climbed up into the loft and from behind the stacked hay bales Joseph pulled out a heavy woolen blanket, which he then lay out near the loft's door.  They would be able to see the magnificent sights of the valley beyond as they gave in to their carnal desires, as well as spot anyone approaching.  This time, however, they failed to notice Sister Abigale's arrival.

Xia was already stripping out of her school uniform blouse to display for Joseph her rounded, dark nippled breasts.  Joseph loved her dark skin and straight black hair.  Xia awakened within him a strong lust for Asian women that he welcomed with a stiffening cock.  Xia's dark brown eyes glistened with her own lust as she then watched the tall, handsome older boy strip away his own uniform.  She had left her blue skirt, white stockings, and black shoes on and dropped to her elbows and knees on the blanket.  She smiled back at Joseph as she presented her naked backside to him, and his lengthening spear.  Although he was only 6 inches when hard, his cock was thick and spread her wide when inside her.  She loved it!

"Come on, Joey," she said in her thick Asian accent.  "Give me your cock.  Fuck me with that big, hard manflesh.  I want you to make me cum!"  She wiggled her butt and pulled her skirt higher up her hips.  She seldom wore underwear, liking to be able to get a hard cock inside her aching pussy without delay reguardless of when or where she was.

Joseph knelt behind the younger girl.  "You slut-whore!" he grinned.  "Get ready to be fucked!"  He took hold of her slim hips with both hands and with a gentle prod of his hips his cockhead poked between the gaping folds of her well-fucked cunt. 

"Oooohh, yes!  Fuck me!" she gasped and leaned back into his grasp as he leaned forward into her.  His cock pushed steadily up the length of her vaginal tunnel, lubricated by the thick juices of her cunt. 

"Uuummm, God yeeessss!" Xia moaned as her pussy began to flutter through the first of her orgasms.  Although she had been fucked for as long as she could remember by men of all types, she never failed to have a mild orgasm as their cocks buried themselves within her body. 

"Oooohhh, yeeesss!  Fuck meee, Joey!  Fuck me good!" she gasped and dropped her head down while rocking her head back to begin meeting his frantic thrusts. 

Joseph enjoyed nothing better than fucking Xia.  His cock seemed to fit so well inside her willing pussy.  It had been nearly a week since he'd had a chance to empty his scrotum inside a hot pussy and when Xia had suggested they take a hike after the noon meal, he was all for it.  He pounded his thick cock into her and drove her nearly flat onto the blanket.

"Fuck mee!  Fuck meee!" she demanded as Joseph's cock pistoned inside her steadily.  "Harder, Joey!  Fuck me harder!  I want to cuuummm!"  Her body trembled and she whailed as another, stronger orgasm made her body quake beneath his weight.  Xia could become a raging whore at these times and images of her immoral past would flood her mind.  So many of the priests and boys of St. Sebastiens have had their lustful way with her willing body in the past, and she knew it was her place in the world to service any and all who would desire her.  She would always be a whore to cock.

Joseph's heavy balls slapped at her sensitive, protruding clit rhythmically and set off yet another series of orgasms that rocked Xia's soul and drove her to fuck back at him ever harder.

"Ooohh, God!" Joseph cried out.  "So good, so goood!"  He moaned as the fire within his balls built and with a sudden gush, he emptied his semen within her spasming cunt. 

"Uuuunngghhh!" he grunted as he shoved his cock to the very bottom of her pussy and held it there as he fired blast after hot blast of cum into her womb.

"Oooohhh, fuuuuuuucck!" she groaned beneath him.  She felt every throb of his cock, as well as every spurt of seed into her body.  So much cum had been deposited within her body, and yet she never failed to enjoy the feelings the hot semen filled her with.  She trembled through yet another orgasm as Joseph's cock spit its last drop into her.

But Joseph wasn't done yet.  He had built up a heavy load of seed over the past week and one fuck would not satisfy him that afternoon.  Xia was of a like mind, as always, and let him roll her onto her back after his cock had slipped from her aching pussy.  Joseph reentered her with a hard thrust that forced much of the creamy mixture of his and her mutual orgasms from her slot, to dribble through valley of her ass.  The wool blanket was soon wet beneath her ass with the sticky mess.

"Come on, Joey, fuck me!  Fuck me again and again!" she cried out as she began to hump her hips upward to meet his downward thrusts.

"Take my cock, you whore!  Yeah, fuck those hips up!  Take that dick!" Joseph grunted as he pummled Xia.  The smacking of their sweaty bodies together, mingled with the demands, grunts, and gasps the two made as they mated with carnal desire, could be easily heard below the loft, by Sister Abigale.

The sounds of intercourse coming from above her in the loft had begun to heat up Abigale's loins.  She knew it was her duty as a faculty member to intercede and report the incident to Sister Eunice and Father Murphy.  St. Sebastiens was a different place, though, and the fulfillment of fleshly desires was almost commonplace among both the faculty and the student body.  She herself had become a member of the Order of Querini-Zaccaria to better understand, and use, her carnal lusts.

Abigale found herself climbing quietly up the wooden ladder to take a voyeur's position behind the bales of hay.  She then watched in silence as the young man whom she knew only in passing furiously slammed his cock in and out of the gaping, drooling, dark hole of the young Asian girl.  Abigale was amazed that the girl could take such a beating and still be begging for more.

Xia's legs flailed about above Joseph's back and her hands dug into his pounding hips as he drove himself on to a second, more powerful, ball draining climax.

"Oooohhh, Gooodd!" he growled as his balls drew up tight.

"Yeesss!  Fuck meeee!  Give me your cuuummmm!" Xia cried out.  "I'm cuummmiiingggg!"

"Aaaaggghhhh!" Joseph groaned as his cock began to spit the seed of creation deep into her womb, refilling her to overflowing with hot semen.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Xia screamed as the heat of his seed sent her orgasm higher.  Her pussy clamped down hard onto her embedded shaft and pulsed around it, milking the juices from him.  Both growled and groaned through the intensity of their mutual climax.

Joseph collapsed atop Xia, exhausted.  Both panted deeply for air from their sexual exhersions.  She held him tightly with her arms and legs and used the muscles within her cunt to massage his softening cock, until at last he slipped from her.  Cum leaked from her gaping slot as Joseph rolled off of her to lay panting beside her on the blanket.

Abigale felt it was time to make her presence known, but she held back when Xia suddenly rolled up to her knees and began to pull her blouse back on.

"I've got to get to class, Joey," she explained.  Xia leaned in and gave him a deep kiss before she got up and dashed off.  Xia didn't see the nun as she quickly dropped down the ladder and ran lightly out of the barn.  Xia was very athletic and a good runner.

On the blanket, Joseph had begun to doze off.  As Sister Abigale stepped from the shadows and approached the teen, she admired his solid body.  He was only six years younger than she was, she knew.  He was breathing gently as she knelt down on the blanket where Xia had been so recently fucked.  The boy's cock lay spent upon his thigh, glistening with both student' cum.  The smell of sex filled Abigale's nose and mesmerized her.  Before she knew what was happening, she had taken Joseph's flaccid member in hand.  The stickiness of the juices sent a craving into her belly and Abigale leaned over to begin licking them up.

The tastes of Joseph's spent cum and Xia's gooy cream were delicious on Abigale's tongue.  She began to lick, and then suck at the young man's cock until it began to harden once again.  This time it was between her lips.  The thick six-inch cock filled her mouth and she began to bob her head up and down the length.  Abigale's slurping became noisy in the quiet loft as her cravings began to drive her on.

Moments later, Joseph awakened under the oral attention upon his manhood.  But it was not Xia's dark-haired head bobbing along the length of his cock, but the habit-hooded head of one of the nuns!

"Oh, God!" Joseph cried out, startled.  "What are you doing?"  He tried to crawl back away from the nun, but her mouth on his cock felt so good, and she seemed to be insistant upon sucking him to full hardness.

Abigale let the young man's cock slip free of her mouth and turned to look at Joseph's handsome face.  He saw her then, and her youth and beauty was startling.  He had seen Sister Abigale around, but had no idea that she could possibly have the carnal cravings some of the other, older nuns had.  He sat up and took her head in his hands, and after gazing into her sparkling brown eyes, he planted his lips to hers.

Joseph tasted the remnants of his and Xia's flavors on the nun's lips and tongue, and it got him eager to fuck once again.  He was, after all, a young and virile man.  Joseph began to pull at Sister Abigale's garments and within minutes he had her naked 34b breasts exposed and cupped in his strong hands.  He leaned forward and began to suck at the tiny pink nipples, and drew moans of lust from the nun.

"Ooohhh, soo nice," she sighed.  He let one nipple free of his mouth and turned his attentions to the other.  "Aaaahhh," she moaned softly.  Joseph squeezed her tit flesh in his hands as he sucked on her nipples.  He twisted the free nub and Abigale gasped at the sharp spike of lustful pain.

Joseph then pushed her onto her back and shoved her robes up to her belly.  Her white panties were soaked and her planted his mouth onto her pubic mound through them.

"Aaaahhh!" Abigale sighed as the boy began to mouth her hot pussy through the fabric.  He pulled the crotch fabric aside a minute later and attacked her aching slit with his tongue.

"Oooohhh, yeeesss!"  she hissed loudly.  His tongue lapped away at her groin and quickly brought her to orgasm.  Her juices squirted into his mouth, surprizing him with the power and volume.  He gulped the warm cream down with loud slurps.

Even before Abigale had begun to come down from the heights of her climax, Joseph freed his gooy mouth from her crotch and climbed atop her.  He grasped his hardened cock and found the nun's slit with the tip.  He looked into her silently pleading eyes as he nudged into her vaginal opening.  He pushed his hips down and was surprized not to feel the wall of a hyman within.

"Ooh, my," he grinned down at her.  "Very nice."  He then rammed his thick cock down into Abigale with a single, violent thrust.

"Oooowww!" she gasped beneath him as her vagina was forced open, wider than she had ever been.  He body trembled and she felt her insides clamp down on him, as if trying to spit his member back out.

"Please, nooo!  Don't hurt me!" she gasped.  "Be gentle, be gentle."  Her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing his thick cock deeper into her.  She pushed her habit robes around his shoulders and begged, "Fuck me, Joseph.  Fuck my body.  Use me as your receptacle.  Fill me with your cock, and your cum."

Joseph began to suck at her tits as he began to rock his hips against hers.  His cock slipped along her tight, clenching tunnel smoothly, drawing gasps from her throat with each thrust.  He moans became long and drawn out as he fucked her with ever more powerful strokes.  He pussy relaxed and caressed his hardness.  They gasped and grunted as their efforts became stronger.

"Give me your cock!  Give me your cum!  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Abigale begged.  "It feels so good inside me.  Fuck me!"  Her body trembled beneath him as wave after wave of climaxes rushed through her.  Her pussy walls clamped down rhythmically and soon succeeded in triggering the boy's own orgasm.

"Aaagghh, I'm cummming!  I'm cummming inside you!" Joseph cried out.  He pushed his cock to the very core of Sister Abigale and held it there as his semen pulsed painfully into her willing body.  Her pussy walls milked him, much as Xia's had done an hour before, and his balls ached as the last of the hot seed drained from them.

Joseph again collapsed, this time atop Sister Abigale.  He panted heavily for a long time until his cock had softened and slipped out of the nun's juicy pussy.  She sighed beneath him at the vacancy and warmth of his cum leaking from her battered cunt.  Abigale slipped into a light slumber beneath Joseph's weight.

When she awoke, Joseph had gone and her habit robes had been straightened up.  She had been asleep for a while, she realized, and quickly got to her feet.  She returned the blanket to its hiding place behind the hay bales then made her way down and out of the barn.  Each step of her walk back to the Abby grounds was accompanied by a sloshing between her legs and a deep, welcome ache inside her loins.

ank deeply to refresh themselves. Then they
lay down their swords and took off their loin cloths and stood there, naked
as the day they were born, and what a sight to behold they were.

To the last man they were fit and strong, the best fighting men for miles
around. One or two of the widows gazed longingly at all that prime male
flesh on display. Large cocks and small jutted out of black pubic hair
that nestled at the base of flat stomachs and between powerful sun bronzed
thighs. The women brought out the hot water and the men washed away the
grime that coated their bodies and eased the aches and pains out of their
muscles. The men laughed and joked as they recounted tales of their epic
battle. They were completely at ease with each other as they washed each
other's back and were totally unconcerned with having spectators as they eased
back their foreskins and cleaned their cock heads.

Later that evening the men were reclined on cushions in the home of the
village elder while the woman fussed about them. The best wine was brought
out and they were offered olives and cheeses while the smell of roasting
lamb filled the air. Everyone was happy and the men soaked up all the
attention. But even happier than the women were the young men in the
village; now that they had seen out nineteen winters they were due to
join the ranks of the warriors.

After the meal was over the women withdrew from the room and the young
men were sent for. The custom of their people demanded that the first
seed that the warriors spend after returning home from battle be not in
their wives, but in the hot firm asses of the young men who were due
to join their ranks.

The young men had spent quite some time preparing themselves for the
occasion. They too had bathed and oiled their bodies. Most had put a
dab of scented oil behind their ears. They had spent the past half
hour speculating which one of the warriors they would catch the eye
of. While the men were at war the young men had been practicing to
be penetrated by easing their fingers up their buttholes. Now they
were ready and they stood in a small circle in the middle of the
room and loosened their tunics and let them fall.

There was a loud wolf whistle as their eager young cocks started to
rise and the warriors drank in their beauty. The warriors got up on
their feet and walked around the circle of young men, inspecting
them closely, now and then tweaking a nipple or cupping a pair
of plump balls.

‘What a fine collection you are.’ Akamas, the warriors’ leader
declared.

The young men blushed, each wondering which one of them would have
the honour of receiving his semen. To receive the jism of such a
handsome, powerful and influential man would surely bring any young
man much good fortune as he set about becoming a warrior himself.

Akamas went around the circle three times before he came and stood in
front of Erki. There was something intriguing about him; his hair was
much lighter than most of the people in the village and it was
rumoured that the man he called father was not his father at all.
Erki had high cheekbones and the sexiest mouth Akamas had seen on a
man. Akamas gazed into his Erki’s deep blue yes and reached down and
took hold of his erect cock and gently pulled on it.

And then Akamas went down on one knee and took Erki’s throbbing cock
into his mouth. There was a collective gasp from the young men; it
was very rare for an older man to do that. Normally the warrior would
be serviced by the younger man who would then lie down and receive the
older man’s cock up his ass, and although it was the older man’s job
to please his young man that was usually done with kisses and cuddles,
not by kissing his cock! The other young initiates were extremely
jealous as the watched Akamas’ mouth bobbing up and down on Erki’s cock.

Akamas got back on his feet and took Erki by the hand.

‘Come and lie down with me.’ he said.

Erki could hardly contain his excitement when Akamas took off his loin
cloth, exposing his large cock that was now fully erect. The two men
embraced and Erki felt faint as Akamas’ lips sought out his own. His
hands stroked down Akamas’ strong smooth back until they came upon
the little patch of hair at the base of his spine. Akamas’ large
hands stroked over Erki’s taut body and onto the firm globes of
his pert little ass. He looked forward to being able to slide
between those sweet cheeks, but knew that tradition demanded that
he pleasure his young man first. This one night of love was meant
to forge a bond that would last the whole of their lives and
would see each look out for the other on the battle field.

The village elder felt a prick of jealousy and a stirring in his
loins as he watched Akamas lay down with Erki and hold him close,
whispering in his ear. Once he had been the older warrior who
had chosen Akamas for his night of man loving. One by one the
other men had paired off, leaving one lucky warrior with two
young men to pleasure.

Erki reached down and wrapped his right hand around Akamas’ big
hairy cock. It felt warm and weighty in his hand. He slowly stroked
his way to the crown and smeared the drop of love juice he found
there over the spear head of Akamas’ love tool. Akamas kissed Erki’s
brow and down his nose onto his lips. Once more Erki received
Akamas’ probing tongue and felt himself drowning in a sea of
pleasure. The older man’s expert hands stroked up and down Erki’s
body as the pair made slow and tender love to each other.

The village elder went from pair to pair, observing the ritual
close up and making sure that none of the warriors took liberties
that they were not entitled to. They had to earn their passage
up their young man’s ass by turning him on so much that he was
desperate to be mounted and receive his warrior’s seed. The
elder’s cock was harder than it had been for a long time and
he had to reach under his tunic from time to time to give it
a little tug. He was no longer sure which group he was more
jealous of, the warriors for being able to penetrate those
tight little butts or the young men for being able to receive
a nice hard cock and to get royally fucked by it. He could
still remember his rite of passage when he had been
penetrated by a ruggedly handsome and hairy warrior who had
proved to be a most gentle and able lover.

Akamas could see that Erki was growing desperate. He was
the first young initiate to be chosen and he had the right
to be the first to be penetrated. But Akamas was not yet
done with teasing his young man. He slid his cock between
Erki’s thighs, just under his balls and gently stroked it
back and forth.

‘Oh, sir! Please! Fill me with your seed.’ Erki begged.

‘The night is still young, my friend.’ Akamas whispered in his
ear as he continued to stroke him.

Erki was almost whimpering in desperation as Akamas reached
down and started to slowly jerk on his rampant cock.

‘Just one more kiss,’ Akamas whispered ‘before I give you a
seeing to that will leave you breathless.’

Erki already felt breathless as once more he surrendered to
Akamas’ kiss. Their hands roamed all over each other, touch
stroking and tugging. It was Akamas who broke off the kiss
to nibble his way down Erki’s smooth chest. Erki’s cock
bobbed about as his lover covered his whole body in kisses,
even sucking on each of his toes. All around them men were
locked in love and little gasps and moans rose on the
still night air.

‘Turn over.’ Akamas told Erki at last.

The young man quickly flipped over onto his stomach. There
was suddenly a heightened air of excitement in the room as
the other pairs took time out to watch Erki receive his lover.
Akamas gave Erki a small cushion to place under his hips,
pushing his pale little bubble butt out into the air.
It was a beautiful ass, one of the most perfect ones that
Akamas had ever seen and he just hoped he could last long
enough to give the young man the kind of pleasure he had
received on his initiation.

Akamas reached down and fondled Erki’s peachy cheeks, making
the young man even more desperate to be taken by this high
status warrior. Erki could see the envy in his age mates’
eyes as they watched Akamas slide a finger between Erki’s
cheeks. Akamas sighed softly as his finger brushed over the
textured folds of Erki’s hole. He stroked it for a couple of
seconds before gently pressing his finger against it, and
felt it yield to his probing finger. The young man was well
prepared; Akamas’ finger slid in with ease and he gently
worked it back and forth in the slippery warmth of Erki’s chute.

At last Erki was ready and Akamas positioned himself over
his lover and rubbed his hard cock between his cheeks,
teasing the young man until he pushed back and ensnared Akamas'
cock head. It slid in very easily after that until it was all the
way in. Akamas lay down on his lover’s back for a few moments,
enjoying the warmth of his ass and watching the other warriors
start to probe their lover’s butts.

Akamas raised himself up once more and slowly withdrew from
Erki’s ass before sliding back into him. He fucked slowly and
tenderly, now and then whispering sweet nothings in his lover’s
ear. From the moment he was first penetrated Erki had felt
nothing but pleasure. That pleasure just seemed to keep on
increasing with each stroke of that big, hard cock deep inside
him. He looked around him and saw his friends all lost in
their own little worlds as they felt the pleasure of being
taken by a man.

The village elder had jerked himself into a frenzy now and
he came and stood over Akamas and let fly his ball juice.
Only a high status man such as he could get away with doing
such a thing to a full grown man, but Akamas didn’t mind.
That spurt of man cream up his back just added to the
excitement he felt. He was close now, so very close and he
had already warned his young lover that he could not last
much longer. As much as Erki wanted their lovemaking to go
on forever he was also desperate to receive that precious
seed that would bond him to the handsome warrior for all time.

Akamas grew very vocal as he approached climax and the other
couples paused to watch him now. His brow was furrowed and he
was sweating profusely as he increased the tempo of his fucking,
driving his big cock faster and faster until the sound of his
fucking filled the room. Erki’s toes were curled as his pleasure
intensified. He could feel his own approaching orgasm as he
rubbed up against the silk covered cushion underneath him.
It seemed to start deep in his ass and spread rapidly and soon
he was crying out in amazement at having blasted off such a
massive load of sperm without even touching himself.

When Erki’s cries filled the room the other men started to
cheer. How skilful that Akamas was, both on the battlefield and
in bed. It was clear that he had given his lover much pleasure
and now it was time for him to take his own. He bellowed like
a gored bull as his protesting cock let loose a volley of
potent warrior spunk that seemed to go on forever. When at
last the last drop of joy juice was drained from his balls
he collapsed onto Erki’s back and fell into a satisfied slumber.

Erki lay there and watched the other men achieve orgasm.
Now, at last, they were truly men. They could take wives
and go into battle in defence of their land. But all that
could wait until tomorrow; right now he was happy to enjoy
the contact of Akamas’ skin along the length of his back
and the feel of Akamas’ big bull balls nestled close
to his well used and happy ass.

Copyright 2006 Daniel Blue

es they’d always do the same stuff. They’d start kissing madly from the first moment you saw them. It didn’t occur to them to stop touching, feeling, and groping each other in places like the kitchen, the bathroom, or the bedroom. They’d bump into you and apologize, then madly lip lock right under your nose—this if you acted like you didn’t see them. They’d get super drunk usually, then one of Brandi’s friends would step in, drive them home or some shit.

    Brandi would be the life of the party. There was this story that she was dared to kiss someone’s sleeping infant son in another room. A friend of mine confirmed that she really followed through on the dare, following her into the kid’s room, waking him up, and tongue-kissing for everybody to see.

 

     Near the last day of school, an acquaintance of mine mentioned another party at the House; we called it—a place 20 minutes drive from town right at the river. Out there we could really cut loose and the cops wouldn’t know because there were no neighbors.

   “Are you guys gonna party at the House?”

   “Why, is there a party tonight?”

   “When is there not one? I can’t remember all of the times, well”, she laughed, “cuz I was probably drunk off my ass the whole time.”

   “no kidding, girl.”

 

   At this party, Brandi and Brad showed up already warm and toasty, and proceeded to drink and drink some more, and were getting real loopy and noisy. I worked with my boyfriend, he’s pretty popular himself, to see if we could get each of them not just drunk, but piss-in –your-pants- standing up drunk!

   First we made sure that they weren’t together in the same room. Brad got into this competition for drinking shots and like we expected, he sat down and didn’t get up for a while.

  Meanwhile we got some girls to dare Brandi to drink an unopened bottle of schnapps, (what she’d tasted before she got to the House who knows) and we got her to drink the whole bottle. They cheered every time she drank more. I loved this—she’s such a bitch now, you can’t talk to her. I decided that tonight I’m going to fuck up her ass…her whole act.

 

   Brandi was already so tipsy that she would teeter toward you and expect you to catch her, Patrick, my boyfriend’s buddy, caught her. And I told him that maybe she wanted to party even harder and that he should turn up more schnapps. So he went looking and left us alone in the kitchen, and then she turned menacing

    “You’re shit, man.” She slurred, waving her index finger at my nose.

   “Excuse me?”

   “You’re trying to fuck with me” her eyes narrowed at me

   “What are you talking about?”

    “You’re behind this cons-shpir-ashy to make me a shithead around campus.”       

   “There’s no conspiracy, Brandi.” I turned to Patrick’s direction, “hey hurry up with that Schnapps!” I yelled.

   Right then Patrick returned waving a bottle, and then her eyes opened into a happy, baby face, forgetting her accusations of me. “Try this, it’s orange-flavored” Brandi crushed up to Patrick, opening her jaw so that most of his mouth could enter hers and they sucked on each others tongues warmly for a few minutes. “Come on you guys, we got a party to start here, remember?” I said.

   “Miss pissy, here…” Patrick mumbled toward me.

  

  

   Meanwhile I checked on Brad’s progress in the den.

   We encouraged Brad to kiss Nicki, this slutty girl there at the party. That went great. I used my dad’s video camera to do close ups of her slopping her tongue inside his mouth. I unbuttoned her jeans and actually took his hand and put in on her crotch.  He got the idea and began sliding his fingers rhythmically over her gap. Soon, both wearing only shirts, their jeans were gathered at the ankles.  Her trimmed pubs showed and his medium sized dick was flopping around.

   Brandi, in another room, was not standing up very well. “What, Brandi’s trying to talk.” Our friend Steve said, “I think Brandi wants to go somewhere.”  “

   “Where?” I played along

  “I think she said, trip. Brandi wants to drive somewhere.”

  “Let’s help her out, huh?” I moved things along.

 

 

There were some older people there who checked in on the sex in the room and liked it. One guy said, “Hope you don’t mind if my husband and I join in, do you?”

“Naw, go ahead they like that, “I acted like a pimp.

  

Both these people started taking off their clothes, arranging Brad and Nicki into different positions and asking me to tape them and show it back. They were a lot of fun.

   I would’ve stayed longer but I heard this large bang, like someone slamming the lid of an empty dumpster. Everyone was outside looking.

   “Oh look Brandi, had an accident” someone said. Her dad’s new, black BMW was aimed into the side of the House; a trashcan was now really skinny, having been smashed. People were running to see. Someone opened the car door and roused her. Brown hair in her eyes, but she wasn’t hurt. “Hi” she said to the first guy there. She turned to kiss him and he rolled sideways onto her lap and pulled her mouth down to his, they were openly probing each other’s mouths ignorant of the world. One guy squeezed onto the drivers side and said, “Hey let me try” 

   This guy took over madly kissing Brandi. The first guy there was sticking his arm down her jeans and rubbing. It looked really hot. The party was starting off great I thought, ‘there was an orgy happening in the den and now sex in a car in front of an audience’.

   I heard some girl behind me say, “shit that’s her dad’s BMW, is he gonna be pissed”

 

 

   The two guys working Brandi from front and back made her body rise out of the drivers’ seat like she was floating.  That must’ve been an orgasm because she made these animal grunting sounds too. The second guy got out and pulled her head out of the car upside down. His pants were already at his ankles so he just forced his erection right into the cheerleader’s throat. Once it got there, he moved it and moved it some more. The other guy was still feeling her up with both hands. One leg of hers climbed over the seat because she couldn’t contain the pleasure any longer.

   “Deeper, bitch” the guy’s blowjob kept getting deeper and more velvety. Brandi looked like a professional porn star.

                                                           

   Now that both boys had cum they started goosing Brandi to drive somewhere in the BMW.

   “Where do you wanna go, Brandi?” Dean, a friend of Patrick’s, asked.

   “To a party” she said timidly

   “Okay, start up your car, then.”

   She sat dazed looking behind the wheel not taking any action, and then finally snapped out of it. “gimme my keys” she whined.

   One guy checked through the window and he motioned to the five or six of us standing around watching. “Look they’re in the ignition, stupid” I yelled at her.

   “Huh?” Brandi looked back at us.

    Dean reached thought the window and twisted the ignition key, that brought the car to humming life. “Okay, girl, Put it in drive, now.”

   Now everyone scattered because of being afraid that she might plow right though us all. Some girls had that gesture going, of hand covering the mouth, a horror reaction to what she might do behind the wheel. She smiled happily at us. The car went into reverse and rolled a short distance before striking a concrete wall that blocks kids from going down to the river edge. At the moment of impact her brown hair did a blow-back and fell into her eyes.

   We started yelling things at her like “no, forward” and got to see her managing small forward directions by fits, as if not sure where the gas pedal was.

  “Why doesn’t someone stop her?” a girl asked.

We all watched as Brandi made it onto the main highway turned right and disappeared. “Man, she’s loose” one guy shouted in mock seriousness. Immediately Patrick ran for his pick up truck, with Dean and another guy following. Two girls ran past me for their cars, and I didn’t want to miss this either. Dean opened the passenger door for me at the last minute, and soon we were following Brandi’s BMW.

 

   She used both lanes, slowed for no reason, and then took off for no reason. Finally we were up to 65 miles per hour, but she’d pull away quickly. “Just keep up,” Dean said to the driver. “No problem, yet.” Patrick answered.

   Headlights from an oncoming car were in the distance and Brandi was using its lane, so all we did was watch. “If she don’t move over, smack!” Dean said clapping his hands for emphasis.

   She slowly edged over back into her lane, but drifted off to the right shoulder, sending dust and rocks back are way to pelt the truck.. For some reason the beemer stayed on the shoulderof the road, but all three of our cars were still going 65, though the BMW was tearing out the dirt of someone’s property. “Doesn’t’ that thing have 4 wheel drive?” someone asked brightly, “yeah, but it’s a tire thing. The road is too high or the tire is too small.” We could all see a wooden mailbox post in the headlight distance, but before we could say anything, Brandi’s car whacked it at high speed, disintegrating it instantly, sending the pieces flying backwards at us. “Ah, fun” someone gasped.

   The beemer made a sharp left turn which put it back on pavement, but now was out of control twisting to the left and right. “Doing donuts at sixty” Dean announced like a sports play by play.

   We lost sight of the pin wheeling beemer owing to the cloud of smoke, but thrilled as the great looking, high performance head lights strobed thru the fog of road dust ahead of us.

   Once we got to the stopped car. Brandi was already on foot. “Didja see, did I hit a dog!” she said with tears forming. She looked the same since we last saw her except for some blood around her bottom lip. When she smiled we could see this was because she was missing two teeth. “Where is it, where’s the dog?” she was nearly hysterical. It was hilarious.

   “Um honey, there is no dog,” Patrick said slowly and flatly.

   “There wasn’t a dog, but you killed a mailbox” I said sarcastically

  “What?” she answered dreamy eyed and began twirling her hair, forgetting about the dog.

   “What sa’, ‘sa box” she stuttered

   I stepped in to shake her angrily but instead she tipped over all by herself and was caught by dean like a trophy.

   “I’m sick” she said with her eyes closed.

Now she waved a finger at me and said, “Now if I barf my guts out tonight I don’t want you telling every somf of a bitch about…” As her eyes rolled back under the lids, and her face lost all muscle tone, she sputtered and dropped to all fours like a sick dog in the dirt. Her back arched. Now came the awful retching sounds and the sound “flop” sound that the orange-colored hurl made after leaving her throat.

   “Good schnapps gone to waste” Dave commented

  Seeing Brandi on all fours helpless and out of it made me want to go around to her front and kick the rest of her teeth out, but that urge left me. Also the guys would’ve stopped me. Dave took advantage of the situation well though. As he seemed to comfort her, he actually had is arm all the way down the back of her jeans well past her panty barrier, His fingers were sampling her cunt juices and using the moisture to insert one or two fingers into her tight butt hole all the way to the knuckle. Feeling perfect cheerleader’s warm meat was fun but he had even better fun. When the spasms of retching started he felt her ass “love his fingers”, he said later, by squeezing them while he rotated his wrist.

  

   “What about the car?” Dean pointed to the BMW.

   “Forget about it” well go back for it tomorrow, or the cop’s will find it. Who cares? Nobody stole it.” Patrick walked back to the truck and we followed dragging Brandi.

    I sat on Dean’s lap for the trip back. Brandi settled in the truck’s seat between Dave and Patrick. They got Brandi even more excited by licking her face, feeling her tits, and gap while she moaned or laughed quietly. Occasionally she’d turn up her face expecting a deep kiss from someone, but that didn’t happen. By this time she was smelling nasty.    

   “Dave got going deeper into her vagina, having his fist  all the way in there.   Brandi wasn’t resisting.  He coached her, “Come on baby, make it with my fist. Cum for me baby.”  This part was getting me hot, and I was feeling myself a little too.

 

   Her lower body rose off the seat, and I heard her unique grunting like a zoo animal

Her mouth was open in a silent scream of incredible pleasure, which caught Patrick’s attention. He motioned to Dave, and they finished a high five. Patrick told him, “Way to go”, like he’d scored a touchdown.

 

   Piling out of the truck back at the party, we could see the place was now overrun with   types from all over; some high school kids  I didn’t know, a couple pervy looking single guys and obviously older (30 years old) couples out for a thrill with some blotto young girl.

   Just to get in the door, Dean had to concoct some wild excuse that we were a medical team going in rescue someone. This must’ve looked weird as we were dragging the victim, Brandi, into the party, but he did sound official enough.

   Bodies were so densely packed that it took time getting to the other rooms. There was the usual stuff of parties, dense air, smoke, noise, but also oblivious couples holding, cumming,  and loving so hard that you could use them as your own personal sex toy, and they’d be none the wiser.

   Eventually we made it to the den where I last videotaped Brad,  Nicki , and that early arriving swinger couple.. By now it was a spent orgy. I could see Brad’s head upside down over a couch with bodies on top of him, and spent limp shapes piled up here and there in the corners snoozing with their pants, skirts, and blouses n bras half on.         There was at least one visible couple, now they didn’t care that the lights were on, doing a sixty-nine on each other, both with their shirts on but nothing else—nothing like someone’s’ hairy asshole in your face for hours, but I guess the booze helps…

   Brad’s body had telltale cum stains on it, his face smeared with someone’s lipstick, and rouge. Man, he was gorgeous. I motioned to Patrick to drag Brandi, herself barely conscious and full of cum stains, blood, and vomit,  to be placed next to Brad. Dean heavy lifted them so their faces were visible to my camera. “Smile, oh can’t you do better than that?” I joked at the sight of them. “Give us a big smile” I put down the camera and hard squeezed Brandi’s face. It was slick with sweat and purfumy from the alcohol.

   “Looky here,  a friend of yours?” I saw this beautiful naked cunt nearby on the same couch, at an angle to the air, now passed out, but perfectly horrendous looking. The vaginal lips were splayed out and swollen. The asshole was red rimmed and so extended open that it looked like a horse eye.. But her rear end was gorgeous; it could have been in penthouse magazine.

   With some of the boy’s help I wrestled this half nude body over brads nose, so it looked like his nose could entire her wide ass hole at any moment.

   I had the video camera running the whole time, but I stepped aside so Patrick could use his digital still camera on them.

   “Say cheese” he joked.

   “I know what to call this one, lovers reunited at last”

    Dean and I both laughed together. I felt finally satisfied.