If the descriptions of the miraculous properties of Punali were in the least accurate, it could lead to the development of drugs which could cure, or at least control, any number of nervous system disorders from which millions of people suffer worldwide. As a research botanist specializing in herbal compounds, I felt I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to venture back into the jungle to try to obtain samples of what could be such a valuable discovery.

 

I was accompanied by three very able-bodied, although less than talkative natives. Jose, who had assisted me on two other journeys, was truly a remarkable man. He had a grasp of nearly every tribal language and dialect we had encountered. In fact, he was probably weakest in his mastery of English. He also had an uncanny ability to know where he was in the dense vegetation that seemed to go on and on with no end. I was lucky to have an idea of which direction the canoe was heading.

 

Pico and Leti were along for muscle. Jose had hired them on his own; having been acquainted with them for several years. I could only speak to them through Jose and, by and large, they had little to say anyway. They carried our supplies and my equipment and kept the canoe moving through the murky, brown waters of the narrow tributaries we were navigating.

 

We were probably two hundred miles or so south of the equator, gliding smoothly south, I assumed, on the surface of a narrow river. I had long ago stopped noticing my own body odor, or that of my companions, after so many days of constant perspiration. We didn’t dare bathe in the water because of the plethora of critters which would feast on us, or enter our bodies through any orifice they could penetrate and eat their way out again.

 

The river narrowed even more, and we found ourselves under a thick canopy of leaves from the trees that lined the bank. At least we were out of the incessant sun which burned down on us more than sixteen hours each day.

 

“This all new,” Jose commented, glancing slowly from side to side with his dark, deep-set eyes.

 

He inhaled deeply as if he were trying to smell our location. He thrust his chin out and furrowed his heavy brow. His sudden attitude of concern was beginning to worry me.

 

“This all new,” he repeated.

 

Jose arose carefully and silently in the canoe. As he peered into the overgrowth of vegetation, Pico turned to him and said something I, of course, did not understand. Jose flashed his eyes at him and grunted, obviously signaling him to be silent.

 

Slowly, Jose raised his right arm above his shoulder. Then, with the speed of a catapult, it shot down, his index finger extended to point toward the jungle.

 

“Somebody.” His whisper was barely audible. “Unomo,” he said as quietly as possible.

 

We stayed motionless, like we were frozen. When Jose uttered another unintelligible word, Pico and Leti pulled their oars from the water. It didn’t appear that Jose blinked his eyes, he only stared at the spot that had drawn his attention. After what seemed like fifteen minutes, Jose suddenly opened his mouth and called to the bank.

 

“Bulicai! Bulicai!” The volume of his cry caused the din of bird and insect noises to silence momentarily.

 

We waited another few minutes, and Jose made the identical call to the bank. I nearly jumped into the water when we heard the response.

 

“Bulicai yento cot!” The voice was high-pitched and sounded urgent.

 

“We scare them,” Jose whispered. “Stand.” I did as he said. With a word to our companions, they did as well. “We no be scared. We be scared, we maybe be dead.”

 

Several different voices from unseen mouths began chanting. “Bulicai yento cot, bulicai.” Stopping abruptly, the echo of the cries reverberated in the trees.

 

Jose turned his head and looked at us. “Do like me,” he said. He raised his arms above his head, spread his fingers wide apart, and yelled in a forceful baritone, “Bulicai!”

 

With no detectable movement of the foliage, as if they had emerged through green fog, warriors appeared on the river bank. There must have been fifty of them, each on holding a spear. They were short in stature, but their muscles were finely developed.

 

As Jose continued to let loose a barrage of words, it seemed from the warriors’ expressions that they either didn’t understand him or were cautiously considering what he told them. I had a sinking feeling of helplessness. There was no was to escape their spears if they chose to throw them. Our rifles, at our feet in the canoe, might as well have been a mile away.

 

“Yento cot,” one of the warriors cried. “Adobo! Adobo!”

 

“Bulicai,” Jose bellowed. “Cot adobo!”

 

One of the men in the middle of the string of warriors lowered his spear. As he did so, his comrades did likewise. “Buleto, bulicai,” the apparent leader called.

 

“We live,” Jose sighed. Lowering himself to sit in the canoe he added, “For now.”

 

Pico and Leti paddled slowly to the bank. They did not look happy at all. I knew I wasn’t. We were farther from civilization than any of us had ever been and we were at the mercy of a tribe that was virtually unknown outside this region.

 

The Unomo warriors wore brightly colored feathers in their coal black hair. As we came closer, I saw that all were at least a foot shorter than us. However, their physiques were perfectly proportioned.

 

When we reached the bank, it was obvious that our captors were fascinated by me. They had probably never before seen a person with light brown hair and pink skin whose size dwarfed them. Strangely, they did not seem to fear me. It was wonder and awe I saw in their eyes; as if they were actually happy I had arrived.

 

Suddenly, a disturbing thought entered my mind. Although I had never heard any documention of the practice in the Brazilian jungle, it was not beyond the realm of possibility that the Unomo, so isolated and obscure, were cannibals. Could they be evaluating me as a feast that would feed their entire village?

 

With the canoe lashed to a tree, Pico and Leti unloaded the box which contained my equipment. Having done so, Leti stepped back into the canoe, retrieved our rifles, and handed them out. There was no response at all from the natives. I surmised that they had no idea of the purpose of the guns.

 

The pace they set as we marched through the nearly impassable flora was tiring. Within a mile of the river, we were walking gradually uphill. When we reached the top, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The village was constructed on a wide, vast plateau. Hundreds of small structures surrounded three large central buildings. It was the most elaborate and sophisticated jungle community I had ever seen.

 

A small crowd of Unomo had gathered to investigate their visitors. Like the warriors, they were small in stature. What immediately caught my eye was a group of young women, or possibly girls, who were standing together in a corner of the concourse of buildings. They were barely four feet tall, but their physical characteristics were stunningly attractive.

 

Wearing only skirts around their waists, which extended to the middle of their thighs, and beaded necklaces, nearly all of their shapely bodies were open to my view. One of them was exceptionally alluring. Although somewhat smaller than the other girls, she had voluptuous breasts, an extremely narrow waist, and lean, sculptured legs. Her eyes locked onto mine as I gazed at her. She lowered her pretty head and peered provocatively at me from under long, ebony eye lashes.      

 

We were led to the entrance of the largest building. Two warriors went inside while we continued to be scrutinized by the Unomo populace. Within minutes, one warrior returned and spoke to Jose.

 

“We talk to chief,” Jose said to me.

 

With a wave of his hand, the warrior motioned us into the building. A skinny, withering old man arose from his seat on a carved, wooded stool. He approached me, paying no attention to my companions, and stopped inches away. He gazed at me intently from head to toe. I towered over him by at least two feet.

 

“Bulicai?” He asked, staring intently into my eyes.

 

Jose didn’t speak. I assumed from the interchange at the river that the word indicated “friend.”

 

“Bulicai,” I responded, doing my best to mimic the word.

 

Apparently satisfied that I was sincere, the old chief walked around me slowly. When he faced me again, he raised a frail hand and squeezed my upper arm.

 

“Bulicai!” The tone of his voice indicated that he had confirmed my status – whatever that might be. Glancing at my equipment box, he spoke to Jose.

 

“He want know what box do, Jose said.

 

“Go ahead and tell him.”

 

“No words to tell Unomo.”

 

“Tell him I use the boxes to find medicine to heal sickness.”

 

Jose was momentarily bewildered. He paused, then began to speak to the old man. He used hand gestures in an attempt to give an explanation. The only word I recognized was Punali.

 

“Dutera Punali,” the old man said to me, raising his eyebrows in a quizzical expression.

 

“He say you get Punali.”

 

I was shocked. I never dreamed it would be this easy. I expected some hesitation on his part to even discuss Punali, let alone allow me immediate access to it.

 

“What’s their word for thank you,” I asked Jose. Before he could reply, the old man droned on in what sounded to me to be a rambling monologue.

 

“He say you get Punali after ceremony,” Jose told me when the oration was ended. “He say ceremony first, then you get.” It was obviously my imagination, but Jose suddenly looked as white as a ghost. “He say Unomo need…”

 

“Unomo need what?” I asked.

 

“Hard to say words,” Jose said. He looked at me with what might have been pity in his eyes. “Unomo need… words hard. Blood, life, Jose not sure. He say you strong, you smart. Unomo need you. You give to Unomo at ceremony.”

 

As Jose spoke, I began to tremble. Thoughts flashed through my mind with the speed of lightning. Was I to be sacrificed? How could I get Punali after giving my life? It didn’t make any sense.

 

Jose had an ominous look on his face as he said, “Chief say you need sleep. Ceremony go all night. You sleep now.”

 

With that, the old man called to the warrior. I was ushered out to one of the smaller buildings. It was about twelve feet square. It contained a wooden bench upon which had been placed wooden trays with an assortment of fruits and vegetables. In the center of the room was a cot made from reeds woven around branches and covered with animal skins.

 

As the warrior left, he motioned graciously to the feast that had been prepared for me. Initially, I had no appetite, wondering if this might be my last meal. I was so tired from the day’s events that I couldn’t seem to think straight. There was no logic in the old man’s promise. Either that or Jose’s limited knowledge of the dialect allowed him to provide me with only a cryptic understanding of what had been said.

 

In any event, my state of mind was not helping. Although escape may not be possible, I would have a better chance if I were refreshed. I went to the bench and ate several pieces of fruit, then I reclined to at least attempt to rest.

 

I was awakened by the sound of the old man’s voice. I opened my eyes to find that the room was illuminated only by the flames from small torches at each corner. The chief wore a cape adorned by colorful feathers. He began to speak words I could not begin to comprehend.

 

I sat on the edge of the cot and listed to his soft, low voice. Suddenly, I recognized a word: Punali. From the waist of his skirt, he produced a small pouch and held it out to me. I grasped it and realized it was the bladder of a small animal filled with liquid.

 

“Punali,” he said slowly. He motioned with his hand that he was holding an invisible object to his mouth; urging me to drink from the bladder. He pinched the tip and removed a leather lace that had sealed the liquid in.

 

Reluctantly, I took a drink. It was a milky, gritty mixture with a sharp, acidic flavor. I pulled it away from my mouth and grimaced.

 

“Punali,” he said again, and pushed the bladder toward my mouth.

 

I opened my throat and dumped the vile contents down it; attempting to avoid any contact with my tongue. Nevertheless, the horrible taste made me shiver.

 

The feeble tribal leader placed his hand on my forehead and chanted in a low monotone. Ever so gently, he pushed me back until I was lying on the cot.

 

“Pado, bulicai,” he said, then turned and left the room.

 

I waited to die. I expected to die–to never see my wife and children again. Then, almost imperceptibly, the effects of the medicine came on slowly. The first sensation was that the reflections of the flickering flames were dancing on the thatched ceiling. I studied them; picking out shapes of birds, flowers, and animals.

 

Gradually, I felt extremely lucid. I felt as if this were the first time in my life that I had ever had truly clear thoughts. I felt energetic. I wanted to do something: to run, jump, swim. All of the fatigue I had felt earlier in the day had vanished.

 

From the corner of my eye I saw movement as someone entered the room. She was carrying a large wooden bowl. She was naked from the waist up and she was beautiful. I couldn’t tell if she was one of the young women I had seen in the village square. She was small, as everyone in the village, but not squat and round like most of the women who are native to tribes in the Amazon jungles.

 

White feathers and white flowers were woven into straight, shimmering black hair which flowed down from her head to just above her shoulders. Her almond shaped eyes and flat nose made her look like a Polynesian princess. But her flawless skin, which shined like black velvet in the dim light, was much darker.

 

Without saying a word, she put the bowl down on the floor next to the cot. The aroma of the sweet-smelling liquid in the bowl began to fill the room. She dropped gracefully to her knees and grasped the collar of my shirt. Her confused expression let me know she had never seen one before. She fumbled with the top button, becoming frustrated that she could not get it out of the hole.

 

Her reason for wanting to remove my shirt was a mystery, but I had no inclination to resist. I reached up and slowly undid the button as she keenly studied the movements of my fingers. She immediately comprehended the procedure and, with some difficulty, removed the remaining buttons. It was strange, but my feelings of fear were gone. I sensed that she wasn’t there to murder me, even though I spied a small dagger, carved from either shell or bone, tucked in the waistband of her skirt.

 

Once my shirt was loose, I raised my torso and allowed her to remove it from my arms. That done, she focused her attention to the buckle on my belt. It was obvious she was pondering how to manipulate it. I decided to see how long it would take her to find the solution to the puzzle. Before she touched it, she gazed at it from several angles. In an impressive performance, she was able to unbuckle my belt and even unsnap my trousers.

 

As she was staring at my zipper with an inquisitive look, another young woman entered who, like my current companion, was carrying a wooden bowl. She was even smaller, but by far more attractive. Her perfect white teeth glistened like polished pearls. White feathers and flowers also adorned her lovely head. She set her bowl on the ground and knelt behind my head.

 

The girl undressing me finally looked at me and shook her head from side to side. Assuming she was stymied by the zipper, I slid it down for her. She grasped the trousers and pulled them down to my ankles, unable to get them over my boots. Realizing this, I untied them and pulled them off. As soon as I did, I felt her tiny hands on my shoulders beckoning me to lie back on the cot. My personal valet wasted no time in removing my pants and sweat soaked socks. 

 

I knew what was happening was highly unusual, but I had no sense of danger or apprehension. Because of the Punali, obviously, I was willing to let these young women do whatever it was that they were sent to accomplish.

 

Suddenly, two more young women, white feathers and flowers in their hair, entered carrying bowls. They appeared to be identical twins and they were breathtaking. It was difficult to judge the age of my visitors, but the twins seemed exceptionally young and vibrant. A little taller than the other two, possibly nearly five feet, their slender bodies were blessed with tantalizingly plump, round breasts. They paused momentarily, and it was obvious they were fascinated either with my underpants or what was beginning to bulge inside them.

 

As the twins set their bowls down and knelt on either side of me, Number One, I decided to call her, grasped the waistband of my shorts and pulled them slowly over my hips, down my legs, and off my feet. The twin on my left let out a muted gasp when my semi-erect organ was exposed. I assumed that, not only had they not seen a circumcised penis, they may never have seen one of such size. For that matter, considering their youth, they may never have seen one before at all.

 

White motioned that she wanted me to roll over. Once I had done so, each of the girls produced a small piece of animal fur. After dipping the furs into their bowls, they began to wash me. I guessed that the cool liquid was water that had been scented with herbs or flowers. The fur was incredibly soft; possibly chinchilla. Whatever it was, the feeling against my skin was heavenly.

 

I tried to tell myself that this was most likely not meant to be a sexual rite. The last thing I wanted to do was commit a social taboo which might get me into a worse situation. But, my body had its own interpretation. One of the effects of the Punali was to heighten every sensation. Having four attractive, nearly naked, young maidens stroking me was causing my cock to expand no matter how much I consciously tried to prevent it.

 

As the twins washed my back, Number One cleansed my legs in long, slow, swipes. The second girl, Pearl I decided to name her because of her amazing teeth, attended to my hair, neck and shoulders. I was able to relax and enjoy the attention, especially when Number One and the twins went to work on my buttocks.

 

When they stopped, I assumed it was time to roll over. My cock was fully erect as I maneuvered onto my back. I heard a moan from one of the twins and a hushed sigh from Number One when they saw my organ. No amount of willpower could have kept me from becoming excited under these extraordinary circumstances.

 

The girls’ motions seemed to become more sensual as they began to wash me again. The girl at my head washed my face and ears and was working on my neck and shoulders. The twins tended to my arms, chest, stomach, and abdomen. At the same time, Number One started at my feet and worked her way up my calves and thighs. My cock was fully engorged and solid; standing tall and proud. Although they tried to hide it, it was obvious they took every opportunity to steal glances at it.  

 

Spreading my legs and lifting them, Number One washed the crack between my buttocks just as the twins’ four hands converged on my pubic area. My erection throbbed when I felt the soft fur glide over my perineum and reach my scrotum. While one twin massaged my shaft, the other gently swabbed the head.

 

Their lovely bodies were so small that it appeared my cock was as thick and long as their forearms. I watched in awe for the next several minutes as they diligently cleaned me with the luxuriously soft furs; never letting their hands actually touch my skin.

 

Suddenly, the bath was finished. They placed their furs in the bowls, and I expected them to leave. Happily, I was wrong. They sat back on their legs, placed their hands in their laps, and lowered their heads.

 

One of the twins spoke as if beckoning someone. Within seconds, another young woman entered the room. She was even more lovely that my four attendants. Barely more than four feet tall, her body was that of a Goddess in miniature. She wore nothing but red flowers and red feathers that had been woven into her hair, and several necklaces of red beads and shells dangling from her supple neck. The reflections from the torches gave her eyes, dark and fascinating, an exotic aura.

 

My cock stiffened even more as I gazed upon the new arrival. She could easily have had her photograph featured in travel brochures designed to lure men on Caribbean cruises in the hope of encountering tropical beauties. However, she was far too young to be the subject of such an advertisement. She stopped near the cot and stood with perfect posture.

 

“Alamadi,” she said softly as she looked into my eyes. She glanced briefly at my organ and her eyes opened wide. I am by no means exceptionally endowed. My cock is probably average for my six foot height. But, in relation to her tiny body, I seemed utterly huge.

 

She dropped to her knees and took it in her hands. She ran them gently over it; as if measuring me. Ever so slowly she lowered her gorgeous ebony face until her brown lips were poised just above it. She flicked her tongue out and licked the tip, then backed away a few inches drawing a glistening strand of saliva which trailed to her lips until it snapped.

 

“Alamadi,” she said again with an intriguing smile on her face. The tone of her voice indicated she was satisfied with my size and taste. She placed her lips on me again and began to nurse me. She drew more and more of me into her warm mouth as I listened to the erotic sound of the wet friction of her lips.

 

I was in awe. I watched as her small jaws opened wide and her delicate cheeks stretched and contorted to accommodate what to her must have been an impossibly massive organ. She plunged her head up and down; sucking in more and more of me each time. Provocative moans emanated from her nasal passages.

 

Eventually, her sweet lips were sliding over nearly half of my length. The twins began to lick and tongue my ears as I reached down and caressed the back of Red’s lovely head as it bobbed up and down.

 

She was bringing me to the edge of climax. I felt a rapturous, growing tension between my legs which slowly radiated throughout my body. Just as I was about to urge her to stop, she raised her mouth off of me. She arose and climbed onto the cot; straddling my hips. I could see the dark brown lips of her pussy were spread wide open, protruding through her ebony pubic hair, displaying a hint of their pink interior.

 

My drug laden mind was racing. It was obviously her intention to mate with me, but I had no idea why. Was this incredible scene just a vision induced by the Punali? If it was, it was incredibly real.

 

She raised up and held my shaft to her opening with her tiny hand. Gently, she lowered her narrow hips until her vulva made contact. She was so small and tight that it felt like there was no opening to penetrate; only a soft, slippery indentation. She repeated her attempt several times until I felt the tip of my cock slip into her. Once we were coupled, she collapsed onto my chest, reached up, wrapped her slender arms around my neck, and crushed her petite breasts against my lower chest.

 

I grasped her hips and helped her push down; forcing myself farther into her. The tight tissues of her vagina seemed to relax and expand to accommodate me each time she’d thrust downward. It was a fantastic sensation to feel her tiny body gradually yielding to me.

 

I felt a soft obstruction against the head of my cock. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me that Red was a virgin. I stopped pushing and allowed her to control the force and depth of penetration. She squealed in pain as she lunged against me. I felt her hymen flexing and giving way to my intrusion.

 

With an energetic thrust and whimper of pain, she forced me into her. When her membrane ripped, I slid another few inches into her deliciously tight, smooth, unexplored duct. After a few more strokes, she managed to take more than half of me into her. She was grunting each time she plunged down. Her hot breath was moistening my chest.

 

I placed my hands on her slim back and applied more and more pressure to drive her down on me until she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. She writhed and bucked almost uncontrollably. Raising her head, she gazed into my eyes. Her mouth was open wide and she screamed with every breath.

 

Throughout her orgasm, I continued to take the initiative. Overcome with lust, I used my strength to propel her diminutive body up and down on me. I suddenly felt two mouths licking and tonguing the insides of my thighs. I drove deeper and faster into her until her vulva was close against me; my entire length throbbing inside the tender, narrow sheath that engulfed it.

 

She placed her hands on my chest and arose until she sat astride me. Her dreamy, teary, half-closed eyes showed that the pain of losing her virginity had been replaced by the luminous glow of euphoria. She moaned with every breath and rocked her pelvis in circles to grind her clitoris against mine.

 

She placed her hands against her stomach and muttered something. She was apparently showing me where she felt my cock deep inside her. Watching her dance on me, I took her breast in my hands. They were exquisitely firm and round. Her nipples were elongated and had stiffened as a result of her excitement.

 

“Oh! Deolo! Deolo!” she screamed as another orgasm, much more potent than her first, overtook her. I felt the muscles in her vagina rippling against my cock. “Ohhhh, deolo!!” she continued to cry; throwing her head back and forth wantonly.

 

I grasped her slim waist with my hands and lifted her up and down in quick, powerful jerks. The sight of my cock sliding into her minute frame was astonishing. I savored the physical and mental rush of having her vaginal essence stimulate me.

 

The pitch of her screams fell several octaves until low groans of satisfaction resonated from her lungs. She raised her hands and combed her fingers through her long hair as it bounced wildly around her shoulders. She was totally lost in passionate release.

 

A tingling sensation fluttered just behind my scrotum and rapidly washed through my entire pubic region. Watching Red bounce on me and feeling the mouths of two of the girls on my upper thighs, I grunted as I felt the muscles surrounding my prostate clinch like a boxer’s fist.

 

An enormous stream of semen shot through my cock. Another followed, and several more rushed through me into her hot cavity. Each one brought so much intense pleasure that it was almost too much to endure. One sure thing could be said for Punali: it increased sexual pleasure to an astounding level.

 

Red must have felt the hot liquid spew into her. A smile of deep satisfaction graced her lips and she swiveled her hips provocatively as I filled her. When I had finished, she fell limp against my chest, panting and moaning.

 

Within seconds, she rolled off of me. Immediately my four attendants were at my side again and began to wash me with the soft furs. I remained still, catching my breath, and allowed them to soothe me. When one of the twins swabbed my cock, I realized, miraculously, that it was still rock hard: apparently another effect to be attributed to the phenomenal potion I had ingested.

 

I noticed that the other girls had removed their skirts and were naked except for their feathers and jewelry. They quickly dispatched the furs to the bowls and began sliding their velvety soft, small hands over my skin. With feathery lightness, they fondled and petted me.

 

The twin on my left opened her mouth and placed it on my chest. Moving her lips as if she were imitating a fish and licking slowly with her tongue, she explored the surface of my body. Within seconds, the other three girls’ mouths were on me as well. Eight hands and four mouths were causing erotic sensations that I had never dreamed possible.

 

Seeing no reason to restrain my continuing desire, I reached over and stroked the smooth, firm hip of one twin while my other hand ran up the warm inner thigh of her sister. She spread her legs farther apart and nestled her hips down toward my fingers as if seeking them out.

 

The twins kept moving their wet lips lower across my abdomen as the other girls sucked and nibbled up my thighs. My cock was throbbing with the anticipation of their lips converging on it at the same time. I slid my hand further up the twin’s leg until I encountered her slippery slit. She sighed and rocked her dainty hips; pushing her pussy down so that my fingers were rubbing against the incredibly delicate tissue of her clitoris.

 

I felt a pair of soft lips close around my left ball as I watched one of the twins wrap hers around the head of my organ. Another pair of lips engulfed my other ball as the other twin began running her mouth up and down the upper quarter of my shaft.      

 

Their tender tongues, mouths, and lips swirled on my flesh. I was surprised that the barrage of stimulation I was receiving didn’t push me to immediate release. Although their techniques were somewhat peculiar and primitive, they were undoubtedly doing their best to impress me with their talents.

 

I heard one of the twins mutter something as she released my pulsing cock. White arouse and stood next to me. The lean, black skin of her naked body looked as smooth and firm as fine, polished ebony. Her legs, which had been covered by the skirt, were longer and shapelier than the others’. I stared hungrily at her; elated that she was apparently to be my second virgin of the night.

 

When she approached closer, I took her arm and pulled her toward me. Placing my hand at the back of her lovely little head, I kissed her luscious lips. She recoiled immediately and gave me a strange, puzzled look. It was possible that the Unomo were not familiar with that form of intimacy. Nevertheless, I pulled her to me again and held her while I explored the warm interior of her mouth with my tongue. Eventually, she began to suck it almost in unison with the mouths working on my cock and balls.

 

When our lips parted, she dropped to her knees and ran her mouth down my chest and over my belly. The other three girls reluctantly moved to my scrotum to allow White unfettered access. As she moved her head toward it, I had an irresistible urge to taste the sweetness of her young, virgin pussy.

 

Leaning nearly off the cot, I grabbed her thighs and lifted her over me. I pulled her hips back until her small opening was only inches above my face. Her dark, charcoal lips were splayed open to reveal the delicious entrance to her untouched canal. Her scent was a combination of the familiar feminine aroma and the herbs that of the water she had used to bathe me.

 

When I licked her soft, silky slit, she moaned and I felt her muscles clinch in response. I bent my knees and arched my hips toward her waiting mouth; then felt her wet lips encircle me as I lapped at her tiny pussy. When I stroked her clitoris with my tongue, it was as if I had flipped on a switch inside her. Her entire body began to undulate like a wriggling snake.

 

I could feel her forcing her mouth over my cock and consuming more and more of it as her head swung up and down. Her squeals and cries of pleasure filled the hut. I was sure that most of the villagers must have been able to hear her expressing her uninhibited appreciation of my efforts.

 

I wrapped my lips around her clitoris and drew it into my mouth. She pulled her head off my cock and erupted in a ferocious, unrelenting climax. She howled at the top of her lungs like a wild animal. Her body shuddered and trembled violently. Her reaction was so fervent that I was consumed with an overwhelming desire to be buried deep inside her the next time she came.

 

Before her orgasm had fully ebbed, I picked her up, turned her around, and cradled her in my arms. She might have weighed ninety pounds at the most. I dropped to my knees and laid her on her back on the cot. Her legs automatically spread open wide to invite me into her.

 

One of the twins moved to my side and grasped my organ in her hand. As I moved forward, she deftly guided it between White’s slick labia. Aware of the tremendous size difference, I was careful to go slowly; repressing my urge to drive into her in one powerful, satisfying plunge.

 

“Alimadi,” she whispered through her pants for air, “alimadi.”

 

I moved into her less than an inch or so, very gently, then retreated. I pushed again and penetrated a few more inches. I continued to make progress and tried to calculate each stroke to minimize any discomfort she might feel. Her fragile tube was deliciously wet from the combination of my saliva and her own lubrication, but it was still a remarkably snug fit.

 

I had managed to squeeze nearly half my penis into her when, surprisingly, she wrapped her slender calves around my hips and, with a guttural groan from her throat, pulled me much deeper that I had thought possible at that point. The twin removed her hand from me as I withdrew and sank deeper still with my next thrust.

 

One of the twins moved behind me, reclined on her back on the floor, and I felt her warm mouth and tongue at the base of my scrotum. She rocked her head back and forth to match the rhythm of my thrusting hips. That was all I could take. With my next stroke, I sank completely into White’s hot duct.

 

“Alimadi! Alimadi, te deolo, te deolo!” she screamed with abandon.

 

I grabbed her ankles in each hand and held them in the air, straightening her legs, as I pummeled her with hard, fast, deep strokes. Her compact, internal textures felt heavenly against the taut skin of my cock. The sensation was incredible. She was so tight that I could feel the suction each time I withdrew for another plunge.

 

White thrashed and twisted; accentuating the elegant contact between us. Her lips were extended to form a small circle as she breathed heavily through her mouth. As I stared into her eyes, they suddenly opened wide. It was obvious that she was close to the edge.

 

She inhaled and seemed to stop breathing entirely for a few seconds, then she exhaled forcefully with a guttural moan vibrating from deep within her chest as she exploded for the second time. For the next minute or so, she continued to moan as her body shook and trembled.

 

“Deolooooo, deoloooo,” she cried over and over.

 

Rivers of sweat were running off me, but I maintained the speed and intensity of my movements in and out of her writhing young body. I felt an awesome pressure building inside me; like hot lava bubbling and churning in the caverns of a volcano. Releasing her left ankle, I placed my hand between her legs. Finding her clitoris, I massaged it in quick, small circles with my fingers.

 

In only a few seconds, White responded with another screaming, powerful orgasm. I slid my hand back to her ankle again and forced my cock in and out of her violently. She yelled with each breath and raised her hips off the cot driving her vulva against me.

 

I felt a huge, gratifying clot of come rocket through my urethra. It was followed by countless aftershocks. My climax was so complete that it felt like the spurts of searing liquid would never end. White seemed to have reached some orgasmic plateau. She wailed and howled uncontrollably while she bounced up and down and back and forth under me.

 

When the potency of the flow from my cock had diminished, I was spent. I pressed close to White and enjoyed the sublime feeling of her contractions as her bliss subsided. I pulled out of her and wanted only to lie down and rest. I stumbled onto the cot and reclined. As soon as I did, my remaining three groomers were bathing me with their cool, wet furs. I closed my eyes and relaxed in the high of afterglow. My mind wandered. Still feeling more alert than I ever had, I pondered the situation. Was this ceremony the Unomo way of giving a victim his last lustful fulfillment before some gruesome execution?

 

I had regained my breath and had begun to relax when I felt the furs gently massaging my penis. It was incredible, but they had managed to coax me to a solid erection again in a matter of minutes. Soon, I felt the tender warmth of mouths on my scrotum and a hungry mouth nursing my cock.

 

Whatever marvelous stories had been told about the medicinal wonder of Punali, they paled in comparison to the tremendous aphrodisiac effects it bestowed. I found myself rocking my hips in cadence with lips that were sucking me. My fatigue had evaporated, and I was pondering how greedily satisfying it would be to have the twins take turns riding me.

 

My thoughts were interrupted when one of the twins spoke. Pearl, her flashing white teeth framed by a wide smile, arose and approached me. I realized then that she was the gorgeous maiden that was staring at me earlier in the center of the village.

 

The sultry look in her eyes told me that she had waited patiently to be mine. “Alimadi,” she cooed softly with a hint of doubt in her soprano voice.

 

I had no idea of the literal interpretation of the word she and the others had used, but I knew exactly what she had in mind. The mental image of burying myself in her virgin body caused my penis to palpate involuntarily between the mouths of the twins who were working in unison to keep me hard.

 

“Alimadi,” I replied, “you are absolutely ravishing. It will be my honor and pleasure to be your first lover.”

 

With her full lips and turned-up nose, she was by far the most beautiful of the girls sent to me and also the smallest: barely half my height. Her build, though, was amazing: angular shoulders and slim arms; pert, round breasts with long, erect nipples that begged to be sucked; a waist as slim as my upper thigh; and smooth hips that curved into enticingly shaped legs.

 

She kneeled next to me, and I laced my fingers through her soft, black hair. She lowered her head, placed her mouth on my right nipple, and teased it with her tongue. The thought crept into my head that, although these young girls didn’t know how to kiss, their knowledge of the masculine erogenous zones, and what to instinctively do with them, was vast.

 

Gradually, Pearl trailed her wet lips down my body. As the twins moved away, she nestled herself between my legs. With her stunning face just an inch from my cock, she gazed into my eyes. She ran her tongue back and forth between her lips to wet them, and ogled my member with an intriguing expression of worship and awe.

 

Slowly, she opened her beautiful mouth. Never taking her eyes from mine, she lowered her succulent lips over my cock. She swallowed nearly half of it in one thrilling gulp. I don’t know whether she had had practice, but her technique was remarkable. As she continued to fellate me, the twins moved higher and nibbled on my neck and chest. I showed them my appreciation by snuggling my hands between their legs and fondling their quivering love buttons.

 

It seemed impossible, but Pearl eventually took nearly all of my erection into her mouth and throat. She seemed to have become preoccupied with the singular purpose of giving me the utmost pleasure from her oral talents. In any other circumstances, I would probably have shot my come into her mouth within a few seconds. But, the sight of my cock disappearing into her gorgeous little face, coupled with the twins’ mouths caressing me, was so exhilarating that I wanted it to go on forever.

 

The twin on my right suddenly let out a yelp of pleasure and bit down harder on my nipple. She ground her pussy against my hand and rocked her hips feverishly as an orgasm ripped through her. Pearl’s eyebrows furrowed as she watch the other girl enjoying a climax; either angered or jealous that I had given my attention to someone else.

 

I removed my hands from the wet pussies I had been massaging. My fingers were coated with feminine lubrication but there was no means of wiping them off. Cradling Pearl’s head, I signaled her to release me from her mouth. She arose to mount me; reaching between her legs to aim me toward her virgin target.

 

Just before she lowered herself to envelope me, I grasped her thighs and pulled her higher. Her open pussy lips slid up my torso leaving a stripe of her wetness on my stomach and chest. I immediately felt the twins dive between my legs and resume their oral activity. Tugging harder, Pearl finally realized what I wanted. Placing her knees at either side of my head, she crouched over me.

 

I raised my arms and cupped her breasts as her sweet smelling labia hovered just above my mouth. Her lips were spread like the wings of a glorious pink butterfly and glistened with her appetizing natural moisture. She slowly bent her knees, and I extended my tongue to meet her delicious tenderness.

 

She had only a wisp of soft, black pubic hair. Not only was she quite small, but likely the youngest of my consorts. I didn’t try to guess her age and put the issue out of my mind. I was in the land of the Unomo, under the influence of a powerful drug, and relishing the opportunity to partake of her youthful body.

 

My mouth flowed over her delectable tissues and explored every intimate detail. Muted sighs were her only reactions to my efforts until I slowly licked her clitoris. She moaned heavily and began to undulate her hips in short, quivering arcs. As I licked it, I could feel it expand and extend farther and farther from under its protective flap. Within minutes, it became rigid and seemed to throb in reaction to my touch.

 

I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it as if it were a straw in a glass and at the same time used my tongue to lightly stimulate the very tip. I could feel her nipples dilate between my fingers.

 

“Oto, le deolo,” she whispered, her voice sounding as if she were pleading for me to do something.

 

“Oto. Oto, le deolo,” she said again, much louder this time.

 

With a smacking sound I released my lips from her. I flattened my tongue and moved it rapidly but gently over and around her engorged bud. The movements of her hips became more deliberate. A split second later, she climaxed with a heaving sigh that sounded as if she had expelled every molecule of oxygen from her lungs.      

 

“Ara ti le deolo,” she cried and placed her hands on the top of my head and tried to direct me to exactly where she wanted. Her body writhed and her breasts heaved with deep breaths as I held them snugly in my hands. 

 

Once her animated response had subsided, she slid off my face and down my body until I felt her tingling, wet pussy touch the tip of my cock. Resting her chin on my chest, she peered up at me and said something in a soft whisper. Once she positioned her opening directly above me, she began to swivel her hips lasciviously. I slid my hands down her back, savoring the smooth curves of her waist, and grabbed the cheeks of her ass tightly.

 

I pushed her down onto me and felt the twins’ mouths yield to her presence. I entered her slowly by applying constant pressure with both hands. She bared her teeth in a contorted grimace, her nostrils flaring, as I gradually slide into her in one long, slow, stroke.

 

She was much tighter than the previous girls. Her resilient vaginal tissues stretched to conform to the size of the organ that was steadily impaling her. Trembling moans of what sounded like an erotic blend of pain and pleasure reverberated through her nasal passages. With each inch that she took, her moans grew louder and higher in pitch.

 

I raised my hips and added the power of my legs to the force I was exerting on her with my hands. She slowly slid down until I was all the way in her heavenly chasm. The feeling of her internal ridges and dimples palpating on my shaft was utterly divine. She raised her head and arched her back. I noticed tears had begun to drip down her cheeks.

 

Fearing that she was in pain I tried to pull her off me, but she immediately settled back down to surround me with her warmth. The expression of anguish on her face gave the impression that she was straining every muscle in her beautiful, tiny body.

 

“Alimadi,” she hissed, squeezing her eyes closed. “Ara ti le deolo.”

 

As she ground her pubic mound against me, her expression slowly changed. She relaxed briefly as she teetered on the edge, then her mouth and eyes opened and she stared at me in utter disbelief of what she was experiencing. I felt the muscles in her vagina ripple and contract around my cock; beginning at the base, then constricting in steady waves upward over and over.

 

I rocked my hips to accentuate the stimulation of her clitoris. She tilted her head from side to side as if she were completely amazed that she could endure such intense, sustained pleasure. Her seemingly endless internal contractions were driving me crazy. I marveled at the strength of her peristaltic muscles.

 

Without warning, she fell onto my chest again and panted for breath as her spasms began to wane. I lifted her off me until her pussy lips caressed my sensitive foreskin, then forced her down again to feel the silky, fine viscosity of her juices lubricating her tight sheath and soothing my shaft.

 

Once she caught her breath, she began bucking her hips and writhing passionately in perfect rhythm with my upward thrusts. Her uninhibited sexual response was magnificent. She came again and again with increasing intensity. It seemed that the intervals between her orgasms decreased with each succeeding one she experienced until she hung in a suspended state of perpetual orgasmic bliss.

 

Gradually fatigue got the best of her. Her limp body literally slumped against me. I swung my legs over the side of the cot and stood. Holding her with my hands clutching her diminutive buttocks, I pumped her up and down on me and thrust my hips upward until she had yet another climax.

 

I could feel my semen begin to swirl inside me; urgently waiting for its glorious escape. My prostate throbbed as it prepared to act. Tingles of pleasant warmth spread between my legs like pounding music in an overture to orgasm. I closed my eyes and screamed when I began to spray inside her.

 

I felt my come oozing from her and running down over my balls as I began to regain my composure. I realized that had entered a zone of sexual consciousness I had never experienced before. I carefully reclined on the cot again and reveled in the feeling of holding the lovely, young girl whose virginity I had just taken.

 

Pearl raised her head and looked at me. She had a magical, mysterious gleam in her eyes that told me she was every bit as satisfied as I was. She kissed my chest and rolled off the cot to lie on her back on the floor. I glanced down and realized that, for the first time in what seemed like hours, my penis had softened to nearly its usual relaxed size.

 

My eyes fell shut and all I could think of was sleep when I felt two furs again cleansing me with cool, scented water. I had somehow forgotten the twins! As they washed me, I became invigorated. Without opening my eyes, I had visions of the possibilities that awaited me. When the furs reached my cock, it sprang to life again.

 

I heard the furs drop into their bowls and opened my eyes. I spread my legs wide and placed my feet at either side of the cot. The twins didn’t hesitate. They climbed onto the cot and snuggled between my legs. Their tongues darted out of their pretty mouths and they began to lick my cock and balls.

 

I enjoyed their amorous attention while I pondered which one I would pick first, when I had a delightful idea. Taking the arm of the twin on my right, I pulled her toward me. She raised her legs and straddled me with the obvious intention of lowering herself onto my straining organ. To her surprise, I lifted her light body and, somewhat reluctantly, she settled her wet pussy onto my waiting mouth.

 

As I suckled her, I reached out and took her sister’s arm. With no hesitation, she climbed onto me, and I felt her hands on my chest as she plunged onto cock. I concentrated on my oral efforts and passively enjoyed the tight sheath that was slowly surrounding my shaft.

 

I pulled the first twin securely against my face and lapped at her clitoris. I sensed that any disappointment she might have felt had faded away when it started to quiver and vibrate against my tongue. She began to rotate her pelvis faster and faster to increase her stimulation.

 

Both the girls began to squeal with delight as they finally got the chance to use me. I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into the second twin as she became accustomed to the feeling of riding me. I brought my feet back onto the cot and bent my knees. I jerked my hips up to meet each of the twin’s diving plunges.

 

The twin kneeling over my face shivered for a few seconds and then emitted a shrill scream of delight as an orgasm swept through her. A split second later, I heard her sister squeal in ecstasy and felt her vaginal muscles relentlessly griping my cock. Their harmonious cries of delight echoed through the hut and I’m sure were heard throughout the village.

 

The next few minutes became a blur of unrestrained orgy. I lifted the twin off my face and sat up. Pulling the other twin off my cock, I positioned them next to each other on the cot. They instinctively spread their thin legs and gazed at me with wanton looks of desire.

 

Dropping to my knees, I approached my final virgin. The other twin gleefully dropped off the cot to her knees beside me, grabbed the shaft, and guided it toward her lovely sister’s gaping lips. I inserted it slowly as the twin moved her hand back and cupped my scrotum in her delicate hand.

 

I was overcome with lust. I paid little attention to minimizing the girl’s discomfort. After only a few thrusts, I was pumping all the way in and out of her. The other twin, unable to hold my balls in that position, moved behind me, reached between my legs, and deftly massaged my perineum while I fucked her sister.

 

The twin on the cot grabbed her legs and held them to her breasts. With a deafening scream, she came hard while I continued to fuck her. Once she had calmed, I grabbed the other girl, placed her on the cot, stepped to my right, and drove all the way inside her. After only several strokes, I felt her tighten and spasm on me.

 

Arising, I had the twins stand, lean over, and place their hands on the cot. Their ass cheeks, about the size of indigo cantaloupes, awaited me. I entered the one on my left as I reached around her to fondle her clitoris. I savored her yielding body for several minutes as she writhed against me. When she came, squealing with rapture, she apparently lost control of her body. I felt several short squirts of warm urine shoot from her-splashing onto my fingers and dripping to the ground.

 

As her body collapsed on the cot, I moved to my right and thrust into her beautiful sister. I grabbed her waist and jerked her back and forth against me. Her supple ass slapped my abdomen as I rammed in and out of her as fast as I could.

 

As I gazed at the awesome sight of my cock sliding into her slim, petite body, she turned her head to stare into my eyes. Her eyes and mouth gaped open in an expression that could have expressed horror or complete amazement. Moments later, the only sounds I could hear were her shrill screams of joy and the soft, slurping of my cock in her pussy, as she erupted in orgasm.

 

I alternated between them for a while, concentrating on maximizing the animal pleasure I was extracting from the twins. Suddenly, as I was inside the one on the left, her sister wrapped her delicate hand around the loose skin of my scrotum just above my balls and began squeezing the connecting tubes and tendrils.

 

Just as her sister began to shudder with another release, she began shaking her hand back and forth causing my balls to be tossed and jostled in their cushioned sack. The combination of stimuli was too much. Streams of come shot through me like bolts of lightning in the night sky, spraying into her womb forcefully until I was delirious with pleasure.

 

I seemed to black out from the intensity of my release, because I suddenly found myself lying on the cool ground on my back. I remained still for what seemed like an eternity. Through my fog of euphoria and fatigue, I could faintly hear heavy breathing. I opened my eyes slowly and saw the other twin lying on her back on the cot. Her legs were spread wide with her knees pulled back against her tiny, blossoming breasts. There was a look of dire need on her beautiful, little face.

 

We stared at each other for a few minutes. I watched as she squirmed provocatively on the cot, offering herself to me, and warmed the entrance to her body with her hands. Although I had nearly lost count of the number of orgasms I’d had, I knew I was being called upon again.

 

Mustering all the Punali-induced strength I had, I arose on my knees next to the cot. Noticing that my erection had not returned, the twin rolled to her side and took me into her mouth. Though the oral artistry I had experienced earlier this night was wonderful, she performed as if her life depended on getting me hard again.

 

She bobbed and twirled her head, flicked her tongue, caressed my balls with her soft fingers, and gave me a blow job beyond compare. Within minutes my organ was fully engorged with blood and I loved every sensation of her wet mouth. I felt some stamina return, and literally dived into her succulent body. She whispered softly into my ear as I pounded in and out of her - craving my own orgasm if only to have an opportunity to rest.

 

Pressing as hard and deep as I could, I rotated my hips to probe every boundary of her sweet, internal softness. Soon, the familiar feeling permeated my groin and, just as I began to empty myself inside her, she exploded. Her body twisted against me like a serpent as I felt my semen pumping out in powerful, blissful spurts.

 

She whispered something to me again and wriggled out from under my body. I slumped onto the cot in exhaustion. It was over. Every muscle in my body was shaking from what seemed like hours of strenuous exertion. My cock was sore and irritated. I was covered with sweat, saliva, semen, and the pungent secretions of my virgin twins. I fell asleep gazing at the flickering candlelight dancing on the ceiling of the hut.

 

I awoke to the feeling of soft, wet furs bathing me. I opened my eyes, squinting to protect them from the bright light of day, to see Number One, Pearl, and the twins kneeling next to the cot. Each smiled at me sweetly as my eyes went from one to the next. There were no flowers in their hair, they were wearing their skirts, and they acted as prim and demure as Catholic school girls.

 

Believe it or not, for a fleeting moment I actually hoped that this was a prelude to another episode of sexual extravaganza. However, although I sensed feelings of admiration and appreciation from them, I got no indication I would receive anything more than a bath.

 

They finished sooner than I wanted. Without any words, they left me alone in the hut. A few minutes later, Number One brought me y clothes, which had obviously been laundered, and placed them at the foot of the cot on which I had ravaged her body last night. She turned to leave, then quickly darted toward me. Leaning down until her face was only inches from mine, she gazed into my eyes for a few seconds.

 

Grasping my flaccid cock with her hand, she whispered, “Ti et goto me deolo,” and placed her soft lips on mine. Flashing a satisfied smile, she arose and left.            

 

I sat up and assumed that I would feel like I had run a marathon. To my surprise, I felt refreshed. All indications of the influence of Punali were gone. My thoughts turned to my hunger when I noticed a new array of food set out on the bench.

 

After dressing, I gorged myself on jungle fruit while I again considered the situation. As I did, it struck me that I did not recall seeing any young children in the village yesterday. It was possible, of course, that they had been hidden away because of intrusion by outsiders. But another realization hit me.

 

Jose interpreted the chief as saying that the Unomo wanted my blood…my life. The only rationale to explain what happened last night was that they wanted me to mate with their healthiest, most attractive, and most fertile virgins. Possibly because of in-breeding in the tribe or some other physiological deficiency, they needed a new source of procreation and saw me as the prime candidate.

 

I had satisfied my appetite when the chief entered. He was carrying a woven basket of brownish leaves. He hobbled toward me, smiling, and extended the basket.

 

“Punali,” he said.

 

I accepted the basket and nodded. He had kept his promise; giving me what I wanted after taking from me what he thought his people needed. “Bulicai,” I said, hoping I was free to go and still considered a “friend.”

 

He ushered me out of the hut into a corner of the village. Pico, Leti, and Jose were there waiting amid a dozen or so warriors. The Unomo men didn’t hide the fact that they wanted us to leave as soon as possible.

 

As we began our trek back to the river, I spotted Pearl standing at the edge of the crowd of gawking villagers. Once again, I noticed that there were no young children to be seen. I gave Pearl a wry grin and winked as I went by. Her teeth sparkled as she mouthed something silently to me and placed her hand flat against her abdomen as if warming a growing seed inside her.

 

To this day I remember the beautiful virgins I took in the jungle. I also sort of regret that I didn’t tell them, or the chief, to be prepared for disappointment. But, I doubt that Jose could have possibly found the right Unomo words to explain that I had had a vasectomy two years ago after my wife gave birth to our second child. But, there is still hope – and possibly unbelievable pleasure for the next adventurer who stumbles onto their remote village.

 

 

 

 

            

 

 

 

 

           

  

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

          

 

 

    

 

 

    

She put he hand out and felt my cock and said I love that and it feels lovely. I was looking at her cunt as she had opened her legs waiting for me to penetrate her with my cock. I noticed that she was getting a sort of downy hair around her cunt and I knew from last time we fucked she did not have periods yet but I guess they were not far away. It wasn’t black or anything, just like fair furry hair that was very short. Her cunt was also wet because it was all shinny, she put her fingers down there and spread it open for me and I could see the pink wet wonderful tunnel that lead up inside her.  It looked almost good enough to eat. I said one day I am going to lick all that juice out of you. She giggled and said I bet you don’t, and I said don’t be so sure, you wont be the first girl I have sucked off. She said or the first boy either, as I know you and Eddy, her brother, have sucked each other off too. I said how do you know that, and she said I have watched the two of you masturbating and sucking each other. I said has he got you to suck him and she said no but he asked me one night but I didn’t want to. I will suck yours though if you want me to. I said after - I want to fuck you first.

By now I was on the bed between her legs and she had her legs up waiting for me to put my cock into her. She was watching me and looking at my cock. I put it down near her lips and she said I won’t bleed this time will I? I said no that only happens the first time, how about will it hurt and I said you let me know if it does and I will stop and take it out. By now I had the tip of my cock resting against her lips and just pressing it in a bit, I said hows that and she said lovely, now put it in slowly and I gradually pressed my cock into her and I could feel the tightness of her vagina close around my cock as it slipped in gradually. The sensation was magnificent. I said is it hurting and she said no, but I can feel it in me, it feels good. I went right in as far as I could go then stopped when it could go in no further. She said oh god that feels good, I can feel your cock deep inside me and how tight my cunt is at the opening holding it in. I knew exactly what she was feeling because I could feel the warmth and wetness of her and the firm hold her cunt lips had around the base of my cock.

I started to slowly fuck her and said if it starts to hurt let me know. She smiled and said it feels wonderful. I gradually began to increase the speed I was fucking her with and she said a couple of times I love it, its fantastic, I can feel it all happening inside me. I could see she was really enjoying me fucking her as she often moved her legs or bum to get a better feel of me inside her. A couple of times she put her hand down and rubbed her clitoris and I asked her why she did that and she said it felt good. I asked her to tell me where she liked my cock rubbing her cunt and she guided me into a couple of positions where she said it felt nice when I fucked her. The two of us were really enjoying the time we were locked together and we talked about sex and how good it was.

As I continued to fuck her I said don’t forget you have o tell me when you have a period because the cum I shoot into you could make a baby and that would be a disaster. She said ok I don’t want to get pregnant as my parents would kill me. I said they would kill me if it was me who fucked you and got you pregnant. She said I heard Eddy talking to Jan and he told her he didn’t cum until about a year  ago, when did you start, and I said 2 years ago when I was 12. Then she said when you two suck each other off do you get your cum in your mouths and I said sure. She said doesn’t it taste awful and I said no not really neither of us mind the taste, in fact I quite like it. I said we will have to suck each other and you can see what it tastes like afterwards if you like. She said I am not sure, I will think about it. I said I want to suck on yours one day and watch you have an orgasm. Its mindblowing watching a girl buck when she cums. She said how many girls have you sucked and I said two, Jan and Sue. She said you mean Eddy;s Jan and I said yes and I have fucked her too and Sue as well. Hell she said, does Eddy know. I said of course we all did it together a couple of times. She said you all fucked each other and I said yep, I have fucked both of them a few times. She asked which one is the best and I said if you want a truthful answer, its you!. Go on she said you are just saying that and I said no I really like fucking you the best. She laughed and said I like fucking with you too, you really can fuck well.

We had been fucking about 10 or 15 minutes I suppose and I was getting a bit soft and then she said oh shit I think I am going to cum soon. I said good and I sped up and got my cock hard and then she said keep quick keep fucking me, harder and faster and I knew she was about to cum. Oh shit she said and put her hand down and rubbed her clit hard and fast and then she grunted a few times and moaned and as she tightened the rim of her cunt during her orgasm spasm I started to cum and I said holy shit I am cumming in you oh fuck this is fantastic and I could feel the cum spurting up the tube along my cock and spurting into her wet hot cunt. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself onto me as hard as she could sort of squeezing every drop of cum out of me into her now flooding cunt. It was coming out as I continued to push into her and running onto my balls.

The two of us just collapsed in a heap with me on top of her. I rolled off her and my soft cock slipped out of her and it still dribbled a few drops of cum over her leg as I slid off her. She said that was fantastic, I really enjoyed that, I want you to do that with me again, you really know how to fuck don’t you. I said well I cant get Jan to cum but I have made Sue cum a couple of times. She said you can make me cum anytime I love it. Wow she said you must have shot a bucket full of cum up me, I can feel it all running out and down between the cheeks of my ass.  I sat up and looked and said open wide and she did and I could see her now pink lips and my whitish cum dribbling out of her.

I said that looks great, you have a very pretty cunt. She said is it as pretty as Jan and Sues, and I said prettier, and I couldn’t help myself I just leaned over her and kissed he belly button and slowly kissed my way down to her cunt and I couldn’t believe that I actually got my mouth over her cunt and sucked her now streaming cunt full of my cum. I didn’t say a word and positioned myself over her and got my head between her legs and sucked the firm smooth skin of her lips and ran my tongue up and down her slit and as I did she spread her legs and I put my mouth hard down on her and sucked. The taste of her was great, it was a mixture of cum and her and sweat because we had fucked so long we had both sweated a bit and it all added to the taste. She was laying back arching her pelvis for me to get as much of my mouth over her cunt as I could. She was moaning and squirming as I continued to lick and suck on her. The she said its cumming I am cumming again, and she bucked and bounced about as her orgasm consumed her as I fought to keep my mouth engaged on her cunt. She said stop, please stop, I cant bear it any more I am so sore, your tongue on my clit is like sandpaper after I came. Its so tender.

I lifted my head and looked down on a smiling face. She looked so serine and happy and I have never seen a girl look so beautiful. She said that was absolutely mind blowing. I said I enjoyed it too. How did it taste she said, and I said you tasted wonderful. Even with all our cum in me she said and I said it was better than ever, much better than when I suck Eddy off.

After that she got up and went to the bathroom and said I have to have a pee, I am a mess. I followed as I too needed one. As she sat and peed I washed my cock and then when she finished and began to wash herself I peed as well.

After that she said I have to go home now and I said that’s a pity I wouldn’t mind fucking you again. She said don’t be a glutton tomorrow I will come down and we can do it again, I want to do this every day if I can.

I said I will be looking forward to it, there is something else I want to do with you and she said save it for tomorrow, and tomorrow I want to taste your cum too. I knew we would be getting along fine in future.

My further experiences in the next episode.

We saw each other when I worked late at night and we became fast friends. He told me his name was my and he was originally from Cuba, but he moved here 4 years ago. Neither of us ever asked if we were single or anything. We would always stick to one conversation and it went from there. Three months later, I was alone again in my office, working late on a database. I was finishing up the last column when he came in singing. I laughed because I had never heard him sing before and he said " hello honey," and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I didn't expect that and the feel of him that close to me, made me feel like my body was on fire. Mike pulled up a chair next to mine and told me that there was something he had to tell me. I had just finished the database and saved it, and I turned to give him my full attention. He said " I found another job that pays more and is closer to my home. You know that I drive 2 hours to get here, and I need to save as much as I can wherever I can. This is my last night here. It was really great getting to know you and becoming your friend." I looked at him, a little disappointed, but happy for him at the same time. I smiled and said congratulations and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. I stood up to let him know that I had to go myself and he asked " can I get a hug goodbye?" He stood up and held his arms open for me and I said " sure, I don't see why not." We held each other for a moment and I said that it was great getting to know him and that I was really going to miss him. He told me he was going to miss me too and that we should at least keep in touch. He let me go just enough to look into my eyes and he gave me a closed mouth kiss on the lips. I was startled because, I was not expecting it. He bent to kiss me again, only it was a french kiss. I don't know what came over me, but I kissed him with an intensity that shocked the hell out of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me close to him again, let his hands slide freely up and down my back.

I was so close to him, that it felt like our bodies felt as one. I felt his hands slide to my butt and I kissed him more in depth. He took my hand and brought me to the door and pinned me against it. Simultaneously, he locked the door and started kissing me again. He told me " I want to make love to you before I go." I was so dazed by his intense kisses that I felt myself say yes, but in a voice that I haven't heard myself use in 2 years. No sooner than I told him, off went his shirt and he unbuttoned my blouse. He left a small trail of kisses down my body, paying special attention to my breasts. He was on his knees kissing my stomach, putting his hands up my skirt and pulling down my g-string. I rubbed his head while he nuzzled my pussy through my skirt, with his hands rubbing my ass. He stood up with his hands still under my skirt, and I rotated my hips, wanting to feel him inside of me. Call me wanton (to hell with you), my body needed this!

He stood up and took off his pants and boxers before I could blink. I was taken back because I didn't think penises came in that size. He was hung like a horse and I was ready to ride. He kissed me again, and I opened my legs for him, waiting to feel his length deep and hard inside of me. Mike entered me slowly, taking us both down to the floor, rolling ontop of me. I didn't know how flexible I was until one of my legs was on his shoulder and the other was wildly tossed to the side. He rode me nice and slowly at first so I could get used to him. Before I knew what hit me, I was thrusting my hips and throwing my hot, wet pussy back to him. He pumped his hard, throbbing cock in my pussy so fast and hard that my body felt like it was going through convulsions. I moaned my pleasure so loudly that it seemed like someone had put a microphone next to me for a stadium to hear me. I cried out " ohhh yess!! fuck me!!!" I was near screaming after I said those words because he was hammering himself into my dripping wet pussy. I had cum 3 times and he hadn't done it once. It felt like hours of him pounding me before he finally took one of my tits and squeezed it as he cried his release " aye mami, que rico!!" (oh mami, how sweet), and he kissed me softly as I felt his scorching hot cum rush into my worn down walls. He lay there inside of me, his cum still running out like a leaking hose, kissing me gently and sucking on my titties. When I finally stood up, he had to help hold me up. It took me almost 10 minutes to get to the elevator, and even longer to get to my car. We exchanged phone numbers and he kissed me one last time. We never spoke or saw each other again.

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I sit her on the couch and go into the kitchen and get her a drink and wet a small hand cloth with warm water. I return and set the glass on the table and wipe the tears from her face. When done I chance a light kiss on her cheek and reach for her glass. I hand it to her and she takes a few sips after some gentle urging. I take it from her and set it on the table.

 

I put my arm around her and pull her into me for a gentle hug. She puts her face into my shoulder and begins to sob. I rock her gently and put my other arm around her. Her perfume and scentgently fill my nostrils and I breathe in deeply enjoying her sweet smell. She stops sobbing after about five minutes and she lifts her head and I feel my shoulder is really wet and her face is slightly red and puffy from crying. I wipe her face with the wet towel again and am rewarded with a shy smile.

 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

 

“No,” she replies but her voice is slightly rough from her crying, “I just want to be with someone who won’t make demands on me.”

 

“Ahhh…Man that’s just what I wanted to do.”  I said while snapping my fingers with a grin on my face.

 

She punches me on the shoulder playfully, then looks at the tabel and grabs the remote. I go to kiss her on the cheek but she looks at me and I accidentally kiss her on the lips. I retreat hastily and apologize but she just stares at me in shock. A small smile appears on her lips and she leans forward and kisses me on the lips. I am shcoked at first but quickly recover and start kissing her back.

 

I lick her lips softly asking for entrance and she slowly complies as I slip my tongue in and rub hers with mine. I then take my right hand and begin massaging her left breast; focusing on the nipple area, and she moans lightly into my mouth. We separate and I go directly for her nck kissing and nibbling, she giggles at this attention, taking that as a sign to continue I gently push her onto her back and begin massaging both breasts and she moans softly. I trail my hands down her sides and when thy get to the bottom of her top, I look at her face and her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open. I lean forward and lock lips hith her slipping my tongue into he mouth as I lift her shirt up I break the kiss so that I may completely remove the shirt; leaving only her bra between me and her breasts. I suck where her tit is alternating between them. I slip my arms under her, while gently nibbling her lip, and fumble with the clasp. She archs her chest into me, allowing me to get her bra off. I toss it into the corner to be forgtten till later.

 

I watch her breasts as they gently rise and fall with her breathing and latch onto her left breast like a suckling babe. I nibble on her breasts gently as she begins squirming underneath me. I slide my hand down her stomach over her pants and down over her crotch and begin rubbing. I then slide back to the button and zipper and undo them. I look down and she is wearing white cotton panties with a pink floral design. I slide down and kiss her on her mound. I then slide my hand down the front of her panties and down across her slit. I can feel the heat and her juices. Her lips are swollen and soft begging attention. I look up and her eyes are closed and she is biting her lower lip. I crawl up and begin suckling on her right breast. I start rubbing a single finger between her labia, through her panties. She archs her back as I rub her panties against her clit elicting a deep moan from her.

 

I have been ignoring myself and been just focusing on her but my cock is beginning to ache from being so hard. I grab the waist of her pants and slide them down and off tossing them into the corner with her bra leaving her in just her panties. I sit up and look at her. Her eyes are open and I see al ittle fear.

 

I lean forward and kiss her forehead. I whisper, “ don’t worry, its me.”

 

She then looks down my body and her eyes widen at the bulge in my pants.

 

“Its all because how beautiful you are.”

 

This elicts a blush from her and I kiss her lightly on the lips. I then kiss her on both sides of her neck then move to her nipples I suckle, nibble and lick each one then plant small kisses down her body sucking on her navel as I go by. I finally get to the hem of her panties and lift her leg and duck under it so that her legs are spread and I am between them. I lower my head and take a huge whiff of her arousal. I then open my mouth and place it on her clit. I suck in real hard causing her to gasp loudly in ectasy. I then kiss her lower lips then open my mouth and suck softly then open my mouth and suck softlty. I then run my tongue inbetween herfolds forcing the panties to confrom to her flower.

 

I sit up and she looks at me in confusion.

 

“I am sorry it really hurts.” As I pull my shorts down. My erection pushes my boxer-briefs into a ten. I slip them off and it springs back up. I look at her face and I see fear and a little bit of desire.

 

“Don’t worry E; I’m not going to deflower you.”

“You’re not going to what me?”

“Deflower; meanst to take a woman’s virginity.”

“So why do you have your dick out?”

“Because you’re naked it is hard, but since you’re beautiful it’s so hard it hurts.”

 

She blushes and giggles at that. She is o innocent. I’m going to murder who made her cry.

 

“You don’t want me to suck on it do you?”

“No, I know you don’t like oral sex.”

 

I slide my left leg nest to her along the back of the couch. I then put my right leg on the floor so that my cock is pointing straight at her pantied goin. I slide forwardso that the tip of my cock is sitting just on her mound. I grab my cok and rub it into her lips and she moans in delight. I push forward a little so that I am in deeper and begin rubbing up and down again. I moan softly as the pleasure runs down my spine. I reach forward and start massaging her clit drawing a deep moan from her. I feel my sac tighten so I massage her clit faster and she started bucking onto my cock and I try to hold on and wait for her, so I slow down rubbing my cock and focus on her clit. I seer her start tensing and I speed up again just asa I am about to explode she screams and tenses up and I feel her soak her panties and I add my cum to hers.

 

I lie down on her belly breathing in her scent; just enjoying the moment. It’s the only time that I have felt that drained but that happy. Ifeel her moving under me but I don’t care I feel weak but not that weak; ok I’ll confess I just didn’t care. She pushes me off onto my back; she stands up and pulls my legs so that I am lying down, with my slightly limp cock sticking up. She grabs it at the base and begins rubbing it. It responds and it begins hardening again.

 

She stops and I look at her and she is taking off her soiled panties. I finally see her slit. There is a forest of har and her slit is really puff and red. She straddles my chest rubbing her juices on me. I reach up and massage her breasts. She lifts up a little and moves over my cock. She pust one hand on my stomach and grabs my cock with the other. She slowly lowers herself onto me and I feel my cock slide into her tight tunnel. I hit something and she looks at me. I reach down and rub her clit, pinching it lightly causing her to moan loudly, her arms start wobbling and then she lets herself drop the rest of the way. She yelps in pain as my cock busts the barrier and I grunt in surprise from her dropping on me. I see tears well up in her eyes. I reach back down with both hands; I grab her ass with my left hand, and rub her mound and clit with my right and suckle on her left breast.

 

She begins to fell good again and starts lightly bouncing on my cock. I hold her hips to help guider her and keep her on track. She leans forward and I grab her breast with my mouth tasting and sucking on them. She’s moaning as she continues to impaler herself on my cock. I grab her ass and begin massaging it enjoying the feel. I feel her start contracting and choking my cock; it feels good. I feel myself getting ready to cum but I hold it, barely. E stops moving and gets stiff as a bored and I feel her juices gush around my cock and her tunnel goes wild causing me to lose it and I cum hard.

 

After she finishes, she falls forward onto my chest. I wrap my arms around her. I then slide my finger along her side then lift her chis so she is looking at me. I kiss her lightly on the lips and she smiles weakly at me. She then closes her eyes and lays down falling fast asleep. I smile and drift off into a light sleep.

But having said all that, it is difficult for me to say in all honesty, even if I’d been aware at the time, that I’d have done things differently. I know I should, but sex is a very strong drug.

So back to my situation.

He kissed me again and moaned, “Such a good girl.”  He patted my bottom.  “Now scoot.”

One thing I didn’t mention in part one, was that when I’d had my bath, and was getting dressed, I couldn’t find my knickers. On asking Dave, he said Steve had taken them as a trophy. I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but all I knew was that I’d be going home with the wind blowing around my pussy. This made itself very apparent the moment I stepped out of the door. But as my school skirt was not that short, it came down to my knees, I couldn’t see this would be a problem.

But I hadn’t thought about what had just happened to me, and as soon as the first person walked towards me, and gave me the nod of acknowledgment, like polite people do, I coloured-up bright red. It was as though they could somehow tell what I’d been doing. Did I look different now I wasn’t a virgin? It was like I had a big placard on my head, saying she’s been fucking all afternoon. And it was the same with every person I saw on the way home.

Then to my horror I could feel something wet on my inner thighs, and it was slowly starting to make its way down my inside leg. I had no idea if it was my own juices, or the spunk from the three guys that was running back out of my pussy. What ever it was, I knew before long it would reach a point where it was visible to anyone that met me. I quickened my pace, and before long I was running. The shoes I was wearing were not really suitable for this kind of use, and a couple of times they slipped from my feet, causing me to trip. This should have been warning enough, but each time I resumed my dash to get back home before the sticky trace was visible.

Then two doors from my own house, it happened. My shoe slipped, and I tripped, flying headlong down the side walk, and landing in a little flower border belonging to one of our neighbours. He was in his front garden, and immediately dashed to my assistance. He quite innocently put one arm behind my back, taking my weight, and his other hand went under the backs of my knees. Normally this would be the appropriate way to lift me, but his hand under my knees, obviously came into contact with what ever was running down my legs.

He quickly pulled his hand back out, leaving me on the ground, and examined his wet fingers,
“Oh Patti, you’ve cut yourself. No, its not blood.”
Then as he looked curiously at his wet slimy fingers, he brought them up to his nose and took a sniff. Then his expression changed.
“What have you been up to?”
And without waiting for my reply, he pushed his hand back under my leg, and slid it up along the wet trail of cum, until his fingers slid into the valley at the top of my legs. There his fingers rested as they cupped the dripping wet lips of my pussy.
“You little tramp. You’re just a school girl, but your little pussy is dripping wet with more cum than any one man could muster.”

He pulled his hand out, and roughly pulled me to my feet with his other arm around my back.
“Well? What have you got to say for yourself?”
“I I haven’t been doing anything.”
“Liar! Come-on I’m taking you to see your mom.”
“Please no. Please I beg you, it wasn’t my fault.”
Just at that second my brother came into our own front garden, and as soon as he saw me, he shouted over to us.

“HEY PATTI. MOM’S BEEN WONDERING WHERE YOU’D GOT TO.”
“Please let me go.”
“Ok, young lady. But don’t think that’s an end to it. I’ll be wanting a word with you, and if I don’t get some good answers, you’ll be in big trouble.”
With that he let go of me, and I ran straight to my house, and not stopping, up to my room, where I soon got myself cleaned up, and got some knickers on.

All through the meal I kept thinking my mom or brother would notice I was different, and say something, but the meal passed uneventfully. My dad was away from home, he was a truck driver, otherwise, at some point in the evening, I’d have been sitting on his knee for a usual cuddle, and I’m sure he’d be able to tell I was different. But as I say, things went without any problems, and soon I was getting myself tucked up in bed.

But as soon as my eyes closed, I could see Dave lowering himself down onto me, and his massive dick pushed at my hole. I opened my legs to take him, and in he slid, and he began pumping hard up into my little pussy. But of-course he wasn’t really there, so my fingers were doing their level best to substitute for him. I’d got myself spread wide open, and the fingers of one hand rammed deep inside me, while the other hand's fingers rubbed hard at my clit. I came with a flood of warm juice flowing through my fingers, and drifted off to sleep.

Next day was Saturday, so I told mom I was going to see a friend, but instead I of-course went to his house. He opened the door, and a big smile came to his face. I was swiftly pulled inside, and as the door closed, he gave me a very passionate kiss, that lasted for an eternity. When he did let me peal my lips away, he said,
“Oh god baby girl! Am I glad you’ve come.”
Then as he took my hand, and held it against the outside of his pants, I could feel his big hard erection.

“You can tell I need you.”
I just blushed, but god was I flattered. No more than just flattered, the kiss had started to arouse me, but this convinced me I wanted him to fuck me again. I wasn’t disappointed; he led me slowly to the bedroom, kissing me all the time. By the time we reached the bed, I’d undone his belt, and my hand was inside his pants. His magnificent dick was pulsing all warm and lovely in my hand.

I lay back on the bed, and gradually amongst our kissing, we slowly undressed each other. He eased me into the middle of the bed, and got his mouth down to my pussy. I opened willingly, and heaved hard as his tongue brought my pussy to a wonderful climax. As I lay there panting, he began to suck on my little nipples. This complemented the already heightened sense of arousal my body was experiencing.

Now I felt his weight as he lowed his hips into the valley of my open legs, and his dick touched the lips of my pussy. I heaved as hard as I could, forcing my pussy around his stiff shaft. He gave a thrust, taking it deep into my belly, where he then started to ram me violently. I hasten to add, it wasn’t just him in a frenzy. I was giving as good as I got, and loving the wild experience. It did however end too soon for me to reach my climax, and I felt Dave bashing hard as he pumped his cum deep inside me. He slumped down like a dead weight, and lay motionless for what seemed like an age.

Then he lifted his head from my tits,
“Fucking hell baby girl, you are the best fuck ever. Did you like that?”
“Oh yes Dave, you were wonderful. I love you Dave.”
He pulled himself up and was sitting alongside me,
“Course you do. You’re my little tramp. And you want Dave’s big dick. Don’t you?”

“Oh yes Dave. I love it. Will you do me again?”
“You bet I will. Come-on; lets have you on your hands and knees. I’ll give it to you doggy fashion. You’ll like it this way, all tramps like being fucked this way. They can pretend that they are bitches being fucked by dogs. Ha ha.”
I thought it was a peculiar thing to say, but I let it go without comment. He was soon in position, and he was up behind me, and fucking away.

And he was right, even though it wasn’t the same, and I couldn’t push with my hips in the same way, I soon got into ramming my bottom back to make his dick reach deep into my pussy. Now being as I hadn’t cum with the first fucking, I was already halfway there, at the start of this fuck. And his ramming was going on for longer than the last time. In fact I had one or two minor orgasms, but I tried my hardest to wait for him to cum. Then as I thought I could detect his cum shots about to arrive, I just went wild again. Oh god! As he starts cuming, I could feel my pussy kind’a pulsing or pumping. At first I wondered if I was pissing, but no, my pussy was pumping cum and it was spilling out around his thrusting dick.

We both collapsed into a heap on the bed, and he lay there alongside me just kissing as he held me tightly to him. We lay there for some time, but then he sat up, and helped me to the sitting position. He let me put my knickers back on, but asked me to leave my other clothes off. He got dressed, and we went into the kitchen where he got me a glass of lemonade. He asked if I was hungry, and I was soon sitting there tucking into a bowl of breakfast cereal.

We spent the next few hours in each others arms, on his big old couch, listening to music and kissing. Then as it got towards time for me to go, Dave asked,
“Do you want another fuck before you go?”
I felt an involuntary big beaming smile come to my face.
“Oh yes please. Can you do me doggy fashion again?”
“Well I could, but you’ve got a few more tricks to learn yet. Anyway, you’re the tramp, I’m your master. You have to start to learn I’m the one that gives the orders; you just do what you’re told. That way, your master will be pleased, and he’ll make sure you get all the fucking you need.
“Sorry Dave, I didn’t mean I didn’t want to do it the way you like.”
“Don’t worry baby, I’m not angry this time, but you will need to learn your place. Ok get yourself into the bedroom, and this time, you can fuck me.”

I dashed to the bedroom, and pulled off my knickers, and waited for Dave to get onto the bed. He stripped, and immediately I could see he already had a stonking great hard dick. As he lay on his back in the middle of the bed, his dick stood to attention like a soldier on parade.
“Come-on Baby, get that juicy little fanny onto my dick, and let’s see how good a job you can make of fucking me.”
I climbed onto the bed, and got myself astride his hips, and then I lowered my pussy over the end of his dick. As my pussy was still wet with anticipation, once I’d got his dick located, I drove down onto his shaft until the cheeks of my bottom met his belly. Then I began to ride him, long and slow at first. He pulled my chest down towards his face, and latched his mouth onto a nipple. I kept on thrusting while he took it in turn from left to right nipple, sucking and nibbling. Gradually I felt my orgasm welling up, and my pace increased automatically, as if it was a natural talent. Then his hips began to ram upwards, and I felt his cum, warm in my pussy. My own orgasm just started before he’d pumped his second load, and I once again was flooding cum to match his. But this time as I was in control, I was able to keep riding his dick; long after if had shot its last load of cream. My hips rode up and down his belly, until the dick melted, and slipped out.

I then lay on top of him, just kissing his manly chest. He was out cold for at least five minutes, and for a moment I began to worry that I’d maybe given him a heart attack. But he was still breathing, and eventually his eyes opened.
“Hi baby girl! You were fucking magnificent again. Was it ok for you?”
“Oh Dave, ok! I love you, it was heaven. Can we do it again before I go?”
“Sorry baby. I know you like fucking, but poor old Dave is only a man. Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure you get plenty of dick in that little pussy.”
“Its ok, I just love to feel you inside me.”
“That’s cos’ you’re a tramp. Your Dave’s own private tramp, and I’ll make sure you get plenty of dick.”

I just smiled, and he told me to go and have a bath, and get ready to go home. While I was in the bath, Dave came and sat down and talked to me.
“You’ve been such a good girl baby, that I’m going to go shopping for you. I’m going to buy you some skirts, dresses, shoes and even some nighties. You’ll be able to wear them while you’re here. That way I can have you dressed like I want.”

I was so excited I couldn’t wait to see what he would buy me. The feelings I’d had the day before about people knowing what I’d been doing, were still vaguely there, but fading rapidly. The knickers I had on, prevented a repeat of the experience of the cum running back out of my pussy, and I didn’t see the neighbour that had caught me out yesterday. So I got in and had my evening meal without any incident. The bedtime was very much a repeat of the night before, fingering myself while dreaming of Dave.

The next morning it was Sunday, and I was in such a rush to go over too Dave's house. But my mom kept me busy doing chores, until it must have been about 10:00 o’clock. I told my mom I’d arranged to go over to Susie’s house; she was a friend of mine. My mom said ok, so off I went, running all the way. I knocked on Dave’s door, when he opened it, he must have been expecting me, as a smile was already on his face. His arm reached around my back, and he ushered me inside with a little pat on my bottom,
“Good girl, come on in.”

Dave had made us breakfast and was keeping it warm for us. When I walked in the kitchen, I could smell the wonderful aroma of the pancakes, eggs and bacon all in the oven staying warm for us.
“Oh Dave, something smells tasty.”
“All in good time baby, but first I have something I want you to put on for me.”
“You’ve got me some clothes already?”
I asked, all excited.
“Yes, I said I would. But I’m not going to show you them all at once. I just want you to put this on, so I can see how you look in it.”

He handed me this baby-doll nightie. It was pink and sheer with matching panties.
But as he handed it to me he said,
“Don’t bother with the panties for now, were on our own, and I just want to see that cute little butt of yours.”
I took it to the front room and put this nightie on and oh my god! I felt like a Barbie doll. It’s difficult to explain it, but I felt so grown-up and special. The thought that I’d be walking about in front of this grown man, without the panties, with both my butt and pussy showing. It was just like wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, except this was very feminine.

Then Dave walked into the room, his eyes just got so huge when he saw me in this. He smiled and said,
“Oh fucking yes baby girl, you look fantastic.”
He took hold of me and gave me a great big kiss.
“Come with me.”
He took my hand and led me in the kitchen.
“Now baby girl everything is in the oven staying warm. I want you to take them out and make us a plate.”
He walked back across to the kitchen table and sat down watching me.

I went to the oven and got the pancakes, eggs and bacon, and set them on the counter while I went to the cupboard to get the plates. As I reached up my nightie went clear up to my waist! God I felt so exposed, but it was so exciting too. I knew Dave was watching every move I made. All the time I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I set his plate by him then went and got mine and sat down beside him.

He looked at me,
“That’s good baby girl, now what about some orange juice.”
I got back up and to get the glasses meant reaching high into one of the cupboards. I really think he liked me reaching for things, because I would really have to stretch to get to what I wanted. I also now believe, this asking me to do things was the start of him training me. But I did as he’d asked, reaching up and letting him see my naked butt as I got the glasses down from the cupboard. Then I went to the fridge, to get the juice. As I opened the door I saw the juice to one side, but instead of picking it up, I pretended I couldn’t find it. I bent over as far as I could, reaching into the back of the fridge shelves. But of-course, all I was doing was to make sure he got a real good eyeful of my wet pussy!
“Ok, I’ve got it.”
I said as I stood back up, and then I poured the juice into our glasses. Once I’d filled them I put them down beside us and sat down.

“That’s my baby girl.”
He said, giving me a wink. I just giggled and started eating. As I was eating I felt his hand touching my thigh. Oh my god! I could feel my pussy flowing; I was getting so fucking hotttttttt. He was teasing me not quiet reaching my pussy then his hand would slowly slide back down. I spread my legs wider thinking that’s what he wanted, better access. But no, not yet. He just kept playing with me. I scooted closer to him and I could see him smiling. He knew what he was doing to me. Finally the time came, and he went straight for my clit. I froze for a minute. God how I wanted his touch at that time.

“Your very wet baby girl. Why is that?”
“Dave, I’ve wanted your touch ever since I got here this morning.”
“Oh really?”
“Does that make me a bad?”
“No baby not bad. But it does prove you’re a tramp. Do you know what a tramp is?”
“Well that’s what they call girls at school who are bad, and who sleep around with lots of boys.”
“Yes that’s about the size of it, and I guess if your folks knew what you’d been up to, they’d sure think you’d been a bad girl. But old Dave here knows it’s not really your fault. It’s just the way you are, your pussy is so damn fertile, it just want to be filled with dick all day long. See baby girl, I could tell the first time you stopped to talk to me at my gate that you were a natural tramp. I knew then, if I didn’t look after you, you’d end-up whoring around and get yourself into trouble. That why I decided to take care of you, and because you’ve got a pretty face.”

“But Dave, does that mean I’ll always be bad?”
“Look my baby girl. I want you to learn something right here and now. From now on; when you’re here, or for that matter, anywhere around me. You call me Master or Sir.”
“Why? What’s wrong with Dave?”
“I’m Dave to my buddies. But you’re not one of my buddies, you’re my tramp. And you need to show some respect, do you understand?”
I guess my face must have showed a look of disappointment, but I said nothing.
“Look baby girl, I’m the one taking care of you. And without me you’ll be in big trouble. So have you got it straight now?”
“Yes Sir.”
“That’s it, good girl. Now I want you to clean up the kitchen, and make sure you do it right.”
“Yes Sir.”

So off I went, clearing the table and washing the dishes while he just sat there watching me.
“I'm all done Dave.”
I said once I’d finished, feeling so please with myself for being a good girl for him.
“WHAT?”
He shouted in an angry voice.
“I'm all done.”
I repeated meekly, wondering why he was angry.
“Did you just call me Dave?”
“Oh Master, I'm sorry. I just haven’t got used to saying Master yet.”
“Don’t make too many mistakes baby girl; you don’t want me to be angry with you.”
“I won’t, I promise Master.”

“Good. Now come here and kneel down before me.”
“Kneel down Master?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Yes Sir.”
I said as I dashed to his feet and knelt down in front of him. He patted my head,
“Good girl.”

“Now, you have never sucked a dick before have you?”
“No, the only sex I’ve ever had is the fucking you and your buddies have given me.”
“WHAT?”
He yelled?
“I I said.”
But he cut me short.
“I don’t give a fuck what you said, but you didn’t call me sir or master!”
“S sorry master. I was just saying that I’ve only ever done the things you and your buddies have done to me sir.”

“Ok. That’s better, but you’d better start remembering soon, otherwise you’ll end up regretting it. Right back to the job in hand, I’m going to teach you how to suck a man’s cock properly. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be the best cock sucker in town. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Sir.”
He gave me a smile,
“That’s good baby girl, your learning.”

“Ok let’s start at the beginning. I want you to undo my belt, but there are all kinds of belt buckles. So one day when I’ve told you not to come around, you spend some time down at the store, practicing unfastening as many different types of belts as you can.”
“Won’t the man in the store wonder what I’m doing?”
I quickly completed my sentence,
“Sir.”
“Just tell him you’re looking for a belt for your dad, and that you’re trying them all to see which one buckles the easiest.”
“Oh master, you’re so clever.”

“Ok so my belt is undone, now unbutton my flies, all the way to the bottom.”
I undid the buttons as quickly as I could,
“Done sir.”
I said as I looked up at his face giving him a big smile.
“Good girl. Now give me a bit of room to stand-up, so I can drop my pants.”
I backed away, and he got to his feet and dropped his pants and shorts in one go and stepped out of them.

Then he sat back down, spreading his knees wide open and beckoning me back into the space he’d just left for me. I moved forward again, kneeling with my head inches from his dick.
“Is this right sir?”
“That’s good. Now lets see what you know about a mans equipment.”
“Yes sir.”

He shuffled his bottom forward so he was only just on the edge of the chair.
“Ok tramp, kneel right down low, and tell me what you see under there.”
“Do you mean your bottom sir?”
“Yes my ass. But can you see my asshole?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well stretch your tongue, and I want you to lick right from the far end of my crack, right forward until you reach my asshole. Then you will spend some time licking it, until I tell you to stop.”
This wasn’t what I’d expected, and I have to say, I didn’t like the thought of it, but I knew there would be trouble if I objected, so I instantly responded,
“Yes sir.”

With that I stretched my tongue, and complied with his instructions, finishing up with my tongue licking all around, and even pushing into the entrance of his hole. I blanked the thought of what I was doing from my mind, and tried to think about the fucking I’d soon be getting. I guess it was minutes, but eventually he said,
“Ok tramp, you’ve passed your first test. Now that is not usually needed, but if anyone ever hints that they would like an ass licking, you’d better make sure you get that tongue going, understand?”
“Yes sir, I will.”

“Right now take hold of this gently.”
He dropped his big soft ball bag into my little fingers.
“Do you know what this is?”
I blushed,
“It’s your balls sir.”
“Yes. My scrotum, knackers, testicles, ball sack, bollocks or balls. Do you know any more names for them?”
“Nuts sir.”
“Yes good girl. There are probably a lot more, but what is the most important thing for you to remember about them?
“That’s where the sperms are made that give you babies.”

“WHAT!”
“Sorry. Sir.”
“You were doing so well up to now. Shall I punish you?”
“P please sir, I won’t do it again.”
“Ok, you did lick my ass so well. I’ll let you off this time with just a little forfeit.”
“Oh thank you sir. What do you want sir?”
“Just a quick ten seconds licking my ass again.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir.”

I darted my head back under him, and started licking. I was down there for a lot longer than ten seconds, but I dare not bring my head back until he told me. But this is weird, and I feel ashamed to even tell you about it. But I got the strangest feeling in my pussy, as if this licking was affecting me, you know, arousing me.
“Ok girl, I only said ten seconds, you’ve been down there for ever. What are you doing making a meal of it?”
I pulled my head back up, but it felt so strange. Perhaps I was just getting dizzy or faint, having my head too low.
“I didn’t know you liked licking ass that much, otherwise I’d have chosen a different forfeit.”

I didn’t answer, but I did colour-up all red cheeks.
“Well let’s see, where were we before you started eating my butt. That was it; I’d just asked you what is the most important thing for you to remember about a man’s balls?”
“Yes sir and I’d just told you the answer. That a man makes the sperms that give you babies in there, sir.”
I said feeling so proud because I knew the answer.
“Well yes he does, but we ain’t bothered about that. The important thing for you to know and remember is that it’s the most tender place a guys got. So where as you can be as rough as you like when play fighting with a man, you be fucking careful how you handle his balls, even when your just sucking and fondling them. Otherwise you could end-up getting a real good smacking. Got that?”
“Yes sir. I’ll make sure I’m real gentle.”

“Ok let’s see you give it a try, handles them, and work your way around them, sucking and licking them, and like before, I’ll tell you when to stop.”
“Yes sir.”
So now I was gently fondling my hands through his big floppy balls, and sucking gently. As I sucked, I found I was drawing one of these big round balls that are inside the floppy skin, into my mouth. God, now I can see why they call them balls, they are just like little marbles inside there. I was very careful how I sucked, and my squeezing was not really squeezing, just gentle passing from one hand to the other. I’d only had this first ball in my mouth a few seconds, when the big soft limp dick that had been hanging down touching my cheek, began to wake up.

First the bell end lifted, and sort of wavered about, and then the whole shaft began to lengthen, and point out forwards.
“Good girl. Just keep that up, and you’ll soon have the next part of my equipment ready to use.”
I of course couldn’t reply, my mouth was full of his balls. His hands reached mine, and he drew them up, placing my fingers around his stiffening shaft, where he guided them up and down its length.
“That’s good my tramp, you get it all hard for me.”

Once again, I couldn’t answer, or even nod my head, but I looked up, acknowledging with my eyes. Now I took his other ball, and gave a long slow suck to draw it into my mouth.
“Ohhhh. Fucking godddd! Oh hell girl that’s good.”
I’d momentarily stopped thinking I’d hurt him, but realising he was actually in pleasure not pain, I kind of did a little suck and blow alternately, and then sucked it right in.
“J J  Jesus fucking ye gods. Where the fuck did you learn that trick. Oh baby girl do that again.”
I repeated my action, and it got him going, but not as violently.

By now his dick was like a big church candle, thick, long and solid as a rock.
“Get your fucking mouth open tramp; I want you to wrap your lips around as much dick as you can get into your mouth.”
I gently let his ball slip from my mouth and then gasped for a few breaths of air,
“H H H H.”
“Yes sir, I’m coming.”
“Not yet you’re not. But you will before you leave here. Don’t worry; even tramps need to be allowed to take a breath of air occasionally. Come-on then, you should be ok by now.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir.”

I lifted my head and lowered it down onto his now big long dick that was pointing skywards. I know it felt big and wonderful as it stretched my pussy open, but even though I’d opened my mouth to what I’d have said was wide open, the big bell-end pushed my lips out of its way as it entered. It rested for a second in the middle of my tongue like a big tomato. Then it started moving again, and hit the back of my throat. I closed my lips tightly, and started sucking, stroking my hands back and forth along his shaft at the same time. I kept this up for only about a minute, all the time his dick kept ramming at the back of my throat. As I had no idea it was supposed to enter my throat, I’d been guiding it to hit the roof of my mouth, and it hadn’t caused any gagging at all.

Then without warning, his hands clamped either side of my head, he pulled my head up and off his dick, holding me tightly and staring deep into my face.
“You haven’t got a fucking clue what you’re doing! Have you?”
“I I’m sorry sir. I I was trying my best sir.”
“Well if that’s your best, it ain’t fucking good enough.”
“I I’m sorry sir. Sob sob sniff. Please sir tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

“Ok tramp, you listen, and listen fucking good.”
“Yes sir, I’m listening.”
“You did good with the ball licking, and you sure got my dick hard, but what the fuck do you think you’re supposed to be doing now?”
“I I I thought I was supposed to suck on your dick sir.”
“Well yes, but it ain’t like you’ve got the straw of a fucking milk shake, and you’re trying to drink a quart in ten seconds.”
“hee hee.”
I let out a silly giggle, but Dave didn’t look amused.
“Sorry sir, hee. Sorry hee hee.”
I tried to stop myself, but it was as much nerves and fear as it was the silly image I had in my mind of me sucking Dave’s dick, using it as a drinking straw in the local milk parlour. Then to my relief, Dave’s face broke into a smile, and he started laughing. We both broke into hysterical laughter, as I say, I think it was mainly the tension in the atmosphere, but when we’d both stopped and calmed down, Dave was as calm as can be.

“Ok tramp, let’s get you started again. Yes you're supposed to suck it, but not just suck. Like you did on my balls, a bit of stroking, licking and sucking, but mostly, you should be sliding it into your throat.”
I didn’t speak, but I guess the look on my face must have spoke for me.
“Don’t look so worried little tramp. There are only two things to remember. One is keep them teeth away from my dick. So make sure you don’t gag when the dick touches the back of your mouth. How are you when you go to the doctors, and he asks you to open your mouth wide, and he puts that thing on the back of your tongue so he can see down your throat?”
“Sorry sir, but what do you mean how am I sir?”
“Well can you say ARR for him, or do you start gagging when you feel his spatula in the back of your mouth?”
“I’ve always been ok sir.”
“That’s good, so there is no reason why you should have a problem swallowing dick.”

“Please sir, are you serious about that big cock of yours being able to go down my throat sir?”
“Yes, of-course I am.”
“Well how will I breathe sir?”
“Can you swim?”
“Yes sir.”
“Underwater?”
“Yes, but not very far sir.”

“So how do you breathe underwater?”
“You don’t sir; you take a deep breath before you go down sir.”
“Well there you are then; you’ve answered your own question.”
“So I take a deep breath, then push your dick deep into my throat, and then pull it out when I need another breath? Is that right sir?”
“You’ve got the theory; now let’s see you do it for real. But a little bit of advice, don’t get all tense. This is another thing that’s similar to swimming, if you get all stiff and tense, you won’t be able to float on the water, but when cock sucking, it will make it difficult to get the dick into your throat. So relax, and think of the fucking I’m going to give you if you do well.”

His dick had gone soft, so I had to start again, but this didn’t take any time at all. Soon I was feeding his big bell-end into my mouth, and I felt it at the back of my mouth. I moved it slightly forwards, and took a deep breath. Then with both my hands on the lower end of his shaft, I pushed my head down. I felt the end squishing into my wind pipe, and I kept it moving. To my surprise, it slid into my throat, and my nose was nearly reaching his belly! I pulled back, and pushed again with the same result. I’d thought this would be difficult, but I easily went down onto his full length at least half a dozen times, before coming back off to take in air.

His hands were once again gripping the sides of my head, and he was now controlling my movements on his dick. He seemed to know when I needed air, and always let me up in time. This throat fuck lasted about five minutes, before he suddenly pulled my head free, and grabbed his dick. He then began to jack his cum all over my face and open mouth. I just knelt there in front of him while he emptied his balls. When he’d stopped, I could feel the cum running down my cheeks, and I lifted my hand to wipe my face.

“No tramp. You leave that where it is; don’t even swallow what you’ve got in your mouth yet.”
Then as he got to his feet, he took hold of the top of my arm,
“Come-on my baby girl, I want you to see yourself in the mirror. I want you to see what a slutty little tramp you really are.”
He was certainly right about the way I looked, I had cum in my hair, in streaks across my face, and it was in my mouth and eyes. Yes he was right; I am definitely a dirty slutty tramp. How it came about, I don’t know, maybe some girls are just born bad. But at least I was lucky, I’d found Dave, and he was going to look after me.

“Why the sad face?”
“Oh it’s nothing master.”
I answered as I put a smile back on my face for him.
“You don’t tell me nothing, when it’s obvious that something is upsetting you.”
“Sorry master. It’s just me being a tramp and a bad girl. I don’t mean to be bad master.”
“Don’t let it worry you. After all there is nothing you can do about it. And so long as I look after you, and your parents don’t find out, then I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“But you still like me even though I am so bad sir?”
“You know I do. Come-on lets show you how much. Would you like me to fuck you before you go home?”

“Oh master, will you?”
“Yes, and I’ll even let you choose the position.”
“Oh thank you sir. Will you do me doggy fashion?”
“Ok, go and wash your face, and meet me in the bedroom.”
In no time I was washed and undressing in his bedroom. He let me get on the bed, and as he was already undressed, he just climbed up behind me. He licked my pussy for a few minutes, and then pushed his big dick up me. The fuck was wonderful, and I managed to make my climax coincide with his. We lay together for about half an hour, and then I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

The night was as before full of dreams of the days events, and I awoke the next morning lying in a sticky wet patch. It was Monday, and that meant school. I saw Dave as I was walking past his house, and he told me that he had plans for me after school,
“So call your mom sometime today and let her know your eating dinner and doing home work at a friend’s house.”
I told him that I would and he patted my head,
“Good girl now scoot off to school and I’ll cya tonight.”
“Yes Master.”
And with that I was off to school. Dave would never kiss me outside his house in fear someone might see us.

Anyway I called my mom and asked her if I could go to a friend’s house. She said it was alright but she wanted me home by 7:00 since it was a school night. I was excited the whole day wondering what Dave had in mind for me. School was finally out and off I went to Dave’s house with my mind going wild wondering what he had in store for me. Dave was waiting for me outside his house sitting on one of his lawn chairs. I walked up to him, he was smiling.

“Did you call your mom baby girl?”
“Yes Sir. She said I have to be home by 7:00.”
“Come with me.”
I followed him in the house, and as I walked into the lounge, he had my clothes laid out.
“Strip for me NOW. Then put these on.”
“Yes Sir.”

I did as he’d told me, stripping naked, then getting into the clothes he laid out for me. There was a pleated plaid skirt and a white blouse white knee high stockings and black shoes (you know the kind that little girls wore to Sunday school). With no bra or panties. When I was dressed, he looked me up and down,
“Oh yea. That’s my baby girl.”

He then grabbed my shoulder pulling me towards him,
“Bend over the couch.”
I did and as I bent down my skirt lifted up exposing my bottom and pussy. He slapped my bottom which made me jump. I was about to turn around, but he grabbed me again,
“Don’t you move.”

He kneeled down, and his hands started squeezing my bottom. He was kissing my behind and his left hand went for my pussy. I started moaning and wiggling a bit,
“You like this don’t you baby girl? Your pussy is very wettttt. Tell your master what it is that you want?”
“Oh godddddd Master I want you.”
“You want me what baby girl?”
“I want you to fuck me master.”
“Mmmmmm. You’re such a slut aren’t you baby girl?”

“Yes Sir. Please fuck me.”
He stood up then and rammed his cock in me. I screamed, with the pain as he jammed it in me so hard.
“Relax baby girl, you need to relax.”
“I'm trying Sir. Please not so hard.”
“Baby girl, you need to learn to take it hard. There’s going to be many times that its going to be hard, and you need to learn to take it. NOW RELAX for Me.”

“Oh goddd yes Sir.”
He kept fucking me faster and harder than I have ever felt before, but all the time he kept playing with my clit as well. My legs were so weak, but I managed to take this fucking until we both cum together. Afterwards he sat on the couch, cuddling me while he recovered.
“Well my baby girl, I think I can say you have completed your training, all we need now is to start working you, to get you experienced.

Well I guess this ends this part of my tale, but if anyone is interested in how he used me to fulfil his fantasies over the next few years, then email me to let me know. dadsnaughtygirl6@aol.com  .. also please vote and comment how how you liked it or didnt this is my second story and i want to see how much my story is touching you..thank you so much

patti

She picked her phone up and texted:

I would like you to accept my submission very much.  I’m ready.

She lay awake in the dark, waiting to hear what he required her to do.  The humiliation part of the punishment would be extremely difficult for her.  It was getting on for 4A.M, but there would be no sleep until he’d replied.

Stockings, heels, your leather coat.  To the Co- Op.  Courgette into cunt & arse.  3 pegs in your pocket for tongue & nipples.  Go to Paul’s flat.  Ask him for a bowl.  With him watching remove coat & squat over bowl.  Remove courgettes, lick clean put into the bowl.  Put on pegs.  Pee into bowl then drink.

Remove tongue peg.  Paul  may not touch you at any time however at this point he may wank over your face & tits.  If he chooses to do so you will pull on your nipple pegs hard.  You will then remove pegs put on your coat & leave.  Do not clean his cum until you are home.  Part 1 of punishment complete.

If you need to clean his cum off before leaving you may totally humiliate yourself and ask him to pee on you so you can wash xxx

            When Frankie awoke next morning, she re-read the texts several times, with a growing sense of anxiety.  What he asked was impossible.  She couldn’t do it.  How could she? She was neither shocked nor surprised at what he demanded, just terrified at the idea.  How badly do you want this? A voice said in her mind.  She knew this calm, reasonable voice well. It had talked her through a lot of hard things and bad times.  If she became his slave that she’d be hearing a hell of a lot more of that voice too.  It was the one that made her stand fast and endure, no matter what the rest of her was saying.

            As she made herself coffee, her imagination kept playing unwelcome images of what might happen if she went through with it.  Frankie closed her eyes and tried to will the mental pictures away.  She worked with Paul.  How could she go to his house and do this?  But how could she not?  She picked up her phone, watching her fingers move over the keypad as if they were controlled by someone else, and she was just a fascinated bystander.

Sunday 11:06 sub –

Frankie shivered.  Michelle was one of her friends, she didn’t see how she could possibly do it in front of her.  Paul it was then, and think herself bloody lucky, too.

Sunday 11:33 sub –

Frankie fought the urge to throw her phone against the wall.  She wanted to tell him to shove it, no way was she doing it, but her fingers just wouldn’t make those words.  After ten minutes or so she had calmed down enough to compose a reply.

Sunday 12:48 sub –

            Frankie had showered in between texts, and by 1p.m. she’d finished applying her make-up.  She dressed.  Or rather, didn’t dress.  She felt cold and vulnerable under her knee length coat in only stockings and high heels, although common sense told her that no-one could possibly know that she was naked if she was careful, it still didn’t take away the dread of being found out in public.  One final look in the mirror and she was ready to start the first part of her ordeal.

Sunday 13:26 sub –

This thought had occurred to Frankie as she walked slowly and carefully to the Co-Op, heels loud on the pavement.  She avoided eye contact with the people she passed, hoping they wouldn’t notice her.  She wanted to shrink, to become soundless and invisible, but all the wishing in the world wasn’t going to make it happen.  She had two choices.  Give up, or continue.  She waited for him to text back.  She hoped he’d allow her this one thing, but he would want the maximum amount of upset and humiliation he could get from her.  It took less than a minute to get a reply

Sunday 14:03 Dom –

            The Co-Op was a slice of normality, where ordinary people did ordinary things.  Frankie wished she was one of them. You could be, the voice said.  Just text him, tell him you’ve changed your mind, you won’t do it.   Somehow, that wasn’t an option.  He wasn’t forcing her, she had a choice.  She felt compelled to do this by some part of herself, and that same part found the idea of  being his slave and obeying him incredibly erotic. 

            She chose the courgettes carefully.  Smooth, and not too big.  She felt embarrassed at the checkout for only buying courgettes.  She thought the middle aged woman behind the till knew exactly what she wanted them for.  She had to ask for the key to the store toilets too.

            In the toilet cubicle, Frankie took her coat off, her nipples hardening immediately as the cold air touched them. Quickly, she took a tube of lubricant out of her bag, fumbling and almost dropping it in her haste.  She wanted this over and done with. She covered the smallest of the courgettes in a generous amount, and bent over, willing her tense muscles to relax. Very gently, she pushed the rounded end of the courgette slowly into her arse.  She paused for a moment, getting used to the uncomfortable sensation, then pushed the vegetable further in, fighting the urge to clench up and expel the unwelcome intruder.  Carefully, she straightened up, clenching the cheeks of her arse now to help keep the courgette in place. She put lube on the second one, and slid it inside her cunt. The coldness was not unpleasant, but the feeling of being filled almost to bursting in both holes was hard to bear. She put her coat and scarf back on, trying to gain what warmth and comfort she could.  For safety’s sake, she tucked the end of the courgette between her legs into the top of her stocking, otherwise as she walked it would slip out and fall to the floor.

            Frankie let herself out of the cubicle, and walked slowly over to the sinks. The sound of her heels was loud on the tile floor. As she washed her hands, the door opened and an old lady came into the toilets. Frankie gave her the key to hand back in, thankful to be spared going back into the shop again.

Sunday 14:07 sub –

One chance only. Frankie paused on her slow journey to the bus stop. Her rational mind told her to take that chance.  Why the fuck was she doing this, anyway? And for what?  Merely for his approval? So he could have a good laugh about it to himself afterwards and despise her for doing it? Her pride had a big problem with that. But it’s not like that, the insidious, quiet voice in her head insisted, yes, he’s getting pure pleasure at your expense, yes, he’s savouring every moment of your fear, your humiliation.  He also really wants you to pass this test, to prove that you meant what you said, that there’s nothing you won’t endure just for him.  It’s not just a punishment.  At least, that’s what she wanted to believe.  Her hopes seemed so fragile, the task too daunting. Yet if she backed out, she would always regret not seeing it through to the end, be plagued until her dying day with ‘if only’s’ and ‘what if’s’. Although many things in Frankie’s world were uncertain and unstable, there was one unshakeable belief.  No man had ever fascinated her as much as him.  If she was going to be damned, let her be damned by his hand.

Sunday 14:22 sub –

            The bus journey was a nightmare.  Frankie stood because she had no choice, even though the bus was mostly empty.  She endured what she felt were questioning looks from the other passengers as she held on to the pole with a death grip.  Her phone went off. Another message, but she was too busy trying to stand and keep the courgettes in place to read it.  When she got off at the stop near Paul’s house, she stood for a moment, watching the bus drive off into the distance, her breath making vapour clouds in the still, frosty air.  Going to be cold tonight, she thought.  She set off for Paul’s street.

Sunday 14:42 Dom -