Lovely slave teen wet from golden shower

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

This past weekend my wife and I were out of town for the weekend to attend a wedding. I thought, finally, some time alone without the kids so maybe we can reinvigorate our sex life which has been nonexistent since our daughter was born over a year ago. I can honestly say that in that time we have maybe had sex 3 times and she gave me a bj on my birthday, probably because she was drunk. I don't know her issue. She says she still loves me, but she just doesn't feel sexual anymore and is always so tired because of the kids.

So Friday night after meeting up with other friends in for the wedding, we were drinking till midnight and she was being quite lovey with me giving me little kisses and then said she wanted to go back to the room...I'm thinking I'm golden. We got in bed, I tried to kiss on her and start rubbing her pussy and right away she started with the "I'm so tired after the long day and travelling" crap. I said "Come on, we don't have the kids, I'm already hard as a rock, let's just have some fun," She still protested and said she needed to go to sleep. So after 10 minutes and already hearing her snoring, I was still rock hard so I said fuck it, I pulled back my side of the sheets and started jerking my cock. As I was about to cum, I rose to my knees and shot my load all over my sleeping wife. She didn't even flinch and didn't say a word to me about it the next morning.

The next night we had fun at the wedding reception, got good and drunk and went back to the room. She got out of her dress and as she stood there naked in front of the bathroom mirror removing her makeup, I couldn't help but stare and admire her body that even after a couple kids still looks good. Again, my cock rose to full attention and I slid in behind her rubbing my cock up and down her ass crack. She started giggling and again I said to myself that it was on. Then she walked out of the bathroom and put on her pajama pants and a t-shirt. I said loudly "what the fuck! are we not going to have sex tonight?" and she again said her usual "I'm so tired, I just want to go to sleep.".

I was furious and told her I am so over this bullshit. I threw on some clothes and stormed out of the room. There was some chain restaurant with a bar still open near the hotel so I settled into a spot at the corner of the bar. It wasn't packed but a decent crowd in there that seemed like a mix of locals and guests at the 3 hotels nearby.

After about 15 minutes some a guy asked if I minded if he took the empty bar stool next to me. I nodded yes and he sat. I think I was still visibly fuming because he said something like "seems like you are having a shitty night". I said "you don't even want to know man, wife problems, I should have never gotten married". He said, "go ahead lay it on me if you feel like getting it off your chest.".

So I told him about my sexual frustration of the last year and in particular the last two nights. He just listened and told me that him and his wife have gone through some droughts, but maybe it would get better. We continued to chat for a while about typical bullshit like sports and jobs. He told me he came to town for two week stretches at a time for work so stayed over on the weekend at the hotel we were staying in instead of paying to travel home.

After about an hour the bartender called last call which was probably good by me as I had downed about 5 shots and a couple of beers since I sat down on top of all the drinks at the wedding, so I was clearly pretty drunk. I said nice to meet you to the guy next to me and I stood up to head out. He shook my hand and said he was ready to head out as well. We walked back over to the hotel and as soon as we got in the elevator he said, "you know, I can help you with your problem if you want" and reach out grabbing my crotch. I flinched and jumped back at first not expecting that at all. Right then the elevator door opened on my floor and for whatever reason I didn't get out. I was so sexually frustrated at that point that I reached over and grabbed his hand and put it back on the outside of my jeans cupping my cock. I've never been with a guy before, but I said fuck it as I felt my cock start to stiffen. He just smiled at me and then the door opened for his floor.

I followed him to his room and went inside. He asked if I wanted another drink and I nervously said yes, probably with my voice a little shaky. He poured us both a scotch straight up from a bottle of Johnnie Walker he had on the hotel room desk and then put on some music on the iPod docked on the nightstand. I sat on the bed and he sat next to me. He rubbed my thigh and then my crotch and leaned in trying to kiss me. I pulled back and said, "sorry, I don't think I can kiss you" and he said he understood. Just then he put down his glass and unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped the fly and my cock popped right out since I had never put on underwear when I stormed out of the room. He grabbed hold of my dick and started gently stroking me. It felt so good to just be touched again. I shot back the rest of my scotch, laid back on the bed and just closed my eyes.

I felt him move around and then could feel his breath on my cock, then the formerly familiar feel of a warm, wet mouth engulfing me. God, I said, I have missed this feeling. He just moaned as he continued sucking me off. I reached down and started rubbing his hair and head as he bobbed up and down. Then suddenly he stopped and asked me if I'd be willing to fuck him. I kind of stumbled over my words and said I don't know, a bj is one thing but maybe this was going to far. He asked if I had ever fucked a girl in the ass before and I said yes, that I had done it with several women before, and he said that an ass is an ass, it is all the same and that he just wanted to see me enjoy getting my nut the best I could.

I thought to myself I had come this far so I said I would do it if he had a condom I could wear because I had no interest in not being protected. He said he did and stood up and within a few seconds returned from the bathroom with a rubber. He opened the package and then unrolled the rubber onto my cock. He also had grabbed a small bottle of lube and squirted some on the rubber and then reached back and rubbed and worked some into his asshole. He climbed up onto the bed, straddled my thighs, grabbed my cock and began slowly jerking my cock as he pushed me into his asshole. Finally I was completely inside of me and he just sat on my thighs. Then he slowly started moving up and down on my cock and I will admit that it felt really good to just be inside someone again. He picked up his pace and I found myself reaching out and grabbing his hips and moving my arms up and down with his rhythm. His cock was really hard and not sure what came over me but I moved my right hand from his hip and reached for his dick and slowly started stroking him. He told me how good it felt then he reached over, grabbed the lube and squirted a little on his dick making my hand glide nice and easy. We continued on like this for maybe another 3 minutes. He started moaning really load and I felt his cock in my hand feel like it had engorged itself even more then he said, "oh christ, I'm going to cum...please god, god with me cum in my asshole" and he shot a couple of huge ropes of jizz onto my stomach, chest and all the way up to my chin. Right then I knew I was going to lose it myself and I came an intense orgasm and shot a load that felt massive into the condom. He collapsed on top of me and then a few seconds later rolled off of me popping my dick out of his asshole.

We sat there both catching our breath for a minute before he sat up. He reached down and pulled the condom off my softening cock. He took the cum filled condom and turned it upside down, squeezed it from the tip on down and dripped my load into his mouth, swirled his tongue around a bit, then swallowed all of my cum. He looked at me, smiled and laughed and then leaned in and licked his cum from my chest then licked up my neck to my chin then he just kept going and I said fuck it, and he kissed my lips and swirled his cum soaked tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back deeply for a minute.

He stood up, went to the bathroom, returned with a towel he tossed to me. I cleaned myself up, put my clothes back on, threw back another shot of scotch he just poured for me and said I had to go. He walked me to the door, put out his hand to shake my hand, and said "I hope everything works out with your wife". I said thanks and walked out the door. I went back down to my room, opened the door and heard my wife snoring away. I changed out of my clothes and crawled into bed.

The next morning I woke up with a raging hard on just like I have most mornings. As is usually the case, my wife paid no attention to it so we just showered up and got ready to head home. This hotel was one of those that has the free breakfast in the lobby so before checking out we went to get some coffee and something to eat. As we sat at the table I looked up and standing there getting come coffee was my friend from a few hours before. He gave me a little nod and I nodded back to which my wife asked, "who's that, someone from the wedding?" to which I replied, "no, just some guy I sat next to at the bar last night after you passed out on me and left me with a raging hard on...thanks a lot." She just shrugged her shoulders and said her usual, "sorry, I was really tired." We checked out and headed home. Not sure I will ever do anything like that again, but I will say in the moment I enjoyed every fucking second of it.

I am Jane and I am 37 years old, never been married but I do get my fair share of sex, I am single at the moment and I found this site a few years ago because it was on an ex boyfriends PC. I am no prude and have found lately that I like looking at porn. I come to this site a few times a week, and more and more I have been looking at lesbian porn. Unlike most of my friends at school I never fooled around with other girls growing up, something I regret now. The more I looked at the lesbian porn the more I wanted to try it, so i came up with a plan. One of my friends Susan Is very open about being bisexual. and I invited her over for a drink one Saturday night. Before she came up I got myself showered and shaved, I put on matching black lace thong and bra and the shortest black skirt I have with a low cut top that shows off my small breasts. I went to my laptop and made sure I had a lesbian video left open on it, this one http://mlos.pika777.eu.org/g/lesbians_only/5C0FF65
The screen goes to sleep but if you click the mouse it will open up again, now I know Susan is kind of nosy and knew sh would have a look at my PC first chance she gets, I have caught her doing it before, but have always been careful to hide the naughty things.
Susan turned up bang on time, she looked amazing she is quite short only 5 foot 2 long red hair and god must have liked her because her breasts have always been the biggest in our group of friends, 36DD. She was wearing a short black dress that just about covered her. I gave her a glass of wine and we sat down for a chat, I excused myself and left her alone, I had a look back and sure enough she went right to the lap top, she clicked the mouse and right away she smiled. I came back in and she laughed and called me a naughty girl for looking at lesbian porn. I made a show of trying to get the lap top from her but all that did was make her grab me to stop me, she pushed me away and the video kept playing. I have to say I was getting wet and my nipples were hard and sticking out. She saw that and in her usual way she just asked if I was horny, I didn't have to say anything she could see it in my face. She leaned over and kissed me, I relaxed and let her, we kissed for ages and her hands would wander a little. She pulled away and asked me if I liked it? All I could do is nod and she took a drink of wine and told me to stand up, I was a little confused but did as she asked, her hand went round the back of my skirt and she unzipped it and pulled it down, I was totally under her control, she pulled my top off over my head and I stepped out the skirt, She turned and I unzipped her dress, as she pulled it down she had no bar or panties on. She undid my bra and pulled it off then my thong. Then she sat back down and said we need to talk before anything else happens. She said we could do this or stop now and nothing would ever be said about it again, I knew there and then that this was what was missing in my life. I told her I was more than ready for this and how I wished I had tried it all those years ago with the rest of my friends. We kissed again this time we both explored each other with our hands, I was fixed on her breasts but she went right to my pussy, my legs opened for her and her fingers went right in my wet pussy, her thumb rubbing my clit, my hand moved down to her pussy and even then I was a bit scared but as soon as my fingers found it and discovered just how wet she was. We stayed like that for a while I have no idea how long but she broke the kiss and moved down my body, kissing my nipples and moving down to my pussy. Now I have had some men who are good at licking pussy but my god as soon as she started i knew men have no idea how to really do it. What she did with her tongue was amazing, unlike men who just lick as hard as they can she was gentle and teased me. she would dart her tongue over my clit and sometimes push it inside but most of the time was spent on my clit, I have no idea how long she did it, i was in heaven and I started to feel myself cum, my legs closed over her head and she kept licking me then I came, I had never cum like that before she kept licking making me cum over and over. she pulled away and told me to turn over, so i was on my front my ass facing her and then something unexpected happened, she parted my ass and I felt her tongue at my ass hole. No one had ever done this to me before, but my god it felt so good, she never forced it but the tip did go in a little. When she stopped I was in sexual heaven, she came up and kissed me, and my thought was her tongue was just in my ass. She pulled away and sat on the couch her legs open and told me it was my turn now. As i lowered my face to her pussy, I could smell her and I stopped just shy of her pussy, then almost by itself my tongue went out and I licked her clit then down her slit, the taste was amazing I changed between her clit and pussy, and lost track of time, but I must have been doing something good because she came over and over, my face socking wet from her pussy, she turned over and I did to her ass what she did to mine, and to my surprise I liked it, she was clean and the taste was not what I expected.
We took a break and drank some more, sitting naked was a good feeling too, and I looked at my couch it was covered in wet patches, Susan said she needed a pee and stood up, she grabbed my hand and asked if I had ever had a golden shower, I told her I had given one before but never got one. She put me on the floor of the shower and stood over me, her pee was hot on my body and then she pissed over my face, I loved it as it felt so dirty, we changed places and I pissed over her, we showered and dried off.
I felt very happy and knew I wanted more of this with more women and told Susan my thoughts and she said It would happen because she has some very good girlfriends. We talked more and she said we need to share some men too, that got me horny again and once more we got naughty.
It got late and I asked her to stay the night, she was only too happy to do so, and when I woke the next morning she was fingering me, what a way to wake up.
I hope you liked my confession of my first time with a woman, I have been here long enough to know some of you will want pictures, that is not going to happen, not ready for that yet, it may happen but not yet.

Confession.

I am a 47 yo man with mild Asperger's. I've been married for ten years, with three small kids, and wife is pregnant (oops).

Had a great deal of trouble talking to girls when I was younger. Eventually, when I was 21 I started going to strip clubs which helped me overcome that to some extent. I was still a virgin until I was 29, when I finally worked up the nerve to visit a brothel, and lost it to a sweet Russian whore named Tanya. Spent the next five years going to the brothels of the 'Golden Triangle' once every week or two, and spending about $50 for 40 minutes of GFE sex with the Russian and Eastern European girls I found there. Most of them didn't speak much English, but in many ways that made it easier, since I didn't have to try to have a conversation with them. I had several scares with broken condoms, but thankfully I never caught anything.

During this time, I was also trying computer dating, but I never got much interest from the dates I went on, and never had a third date with any of the non-pro girls.

A couple of the prostitutes seemed to become very fond of me, wanting to see me outside of the brothel and even hinted at marriage, but I didn't think that was such a great idea.

Eventually the local pay-for-play scene went downhill, and I became more interested in settling down. I started dating a girl from India, and after about 16 months we got married. My wife had a lot of hang-ups about sex due to her upbringing. It particular, there is a large cultural taboo against cunnilingus in India, and it took me years to finally get her to relax enough to really enjoy it, although she still resists if she hasn't had a shower within the last couple of hours. Personally, I enjoy eating her out more first thing in the morning, when her cunt is a little funky. She's still pretty repressed in the sack, but I'm able to fantasize that she's more freaky, and it's usually enough.

She generally needs a lot of foreplay to get in the mood. What I usually do now (in the evenings, after the kids are asleep) is give her a hot oil massage. I start with her shoulders, her upper arms, and her lower back, delivering little kisses as I go. Then I move to her feet, calves, and thighs. I then start to work on her inner thighs and hips. After she's really worked up, I have her roll over, and massage her inner thighs a bit longer, before I start to nibble on her pussy through her panties. At that point I usually push them aside for a bit so I can get a taste. Then I tell her how sweet her cunt is and how fucking wet it has become, before I rip her panties off for real and start eating her out with abandon. After I get her off a couple of times, I move up to kiss her while I slide my cock into her.

I love to fantasize about breaking down all of her inhibitions. I imagine us on vacation in Bangkok, getting her drunk in the hotel room. Then I'd pretend to order a massage for her from the hotel, while I'm actually making an long-time outcall from a massage parlour. Then she would get a long sensuous rubdown, followed by the girl pushing my wife's panties to the side and eating her out, while my hidden camera records the whole thing. Then I would return to the room while they are sixty-nine'ing on the bed, and would join in for the rest of the night.

I also imagine planning a night of seduction while her sexy old niece is having a sleepover with our daughters. Getting my wife drunk, (she gets really horny when she's drunk), and eating her out for an hour, while her niece looks on through the partially open door and fingers herself. Fucking my wife in reverse-cowgirl with a blindfold over her eyes, as her niece slips into the room and gets closer and closer, overcome with lust. I dream of holding her arms behind her back as her virginal niece begins sucking on her tits, and keeping her from stopping her niece as she begins kissing her way down to where my dick is slowly pistoning in and out of her dripping snatch.

Unfortunately, my dreams of watching my wife going down on pretty girls is pretty damn unlikely. She has a mucus phobia, and can't stand touching anyone else's mucus, or even her own. I'm not sure she realizes that pussy cream is a kind of mucus, though, and she doesn't hesitate to DFK me after I've

Lately, our sex life has been going downhill. Since my doctor increased the dosage on my blood pressure meds, I've been finding it difficult to maintain an erection with her long enough for me to reach orgasm. I don't have any trouble reaching climax while jerking off, so the problem seems to be that while I'm focusing on getting her off in the tender way she likes, I'm not really able to remain aroused enough to get off myself.

My god I have to tell someone about this and I cant really tell anyone I know because everyone thinks I am this normal girl, but in truth I have some very perverted thoughts and have been having them for a few years now but until last night I have never acted on them. I am Emma I am 21 and I have been coming here and looking at all the naughty videos and pictures for a few months ever since I found this site on my dads PC. So because I know my dad comes on here I am doing this anonymous, so for gods sake please don't ask for any pictures of me because it is not going to happen. I am a natural red head and I know I am a pretty girl and do get a lot of attention because of my 36DD breasts, My sex life up till last night has been very normal but last night has changed me forever because I had my first threesom, now you will say that is not very exciting but as you read on you will see why it is.
OK last night I was at a wedding, a friend at work invited me because she was single and didn't want to go alone. It was about half way through the night Susan got together with some guy and I never saw her again, so I was left on my own at a wedding where I knew no one, but that really didn't bother me too much. I was at the bar and I got talking to a woman (Lisa) she was an amazing looking woman and I found out later she was 51 but she didn't look it, if I was to guess I would have said she was no older than 40 and like me her breasts were big and the dress she was wearing made them look like trying to escape from her dress. We did a few shots together and she let slip that she was a lesbian, OK I have kissed a few girls before but nothing else had ever happened, but talking with her got me wondering just what it would be like, It was then that her girlfriend (Claire) came to the bar to find her and I was shocked a little because she was a little younger than me (19) but she was one of the most beautiful girls I have seen, very slim with dark brown hair, quite small breasts but her face was beautiful, she joined us and as we talked the story of how they got together came out, as it turned out she was friends with Lisa's daughter and over a few months Lisa seduced her. As we got drunk they talked more and more about sex and as they did I found myself getting horny and it showed because my nipples got hard and there was no hiding it, then Claire put her hand on my leg and up under my dress, she went right to my pussy and she turned to Lisa and told her my panties were wet though, then Lisa put her hand there, I froze and didn't know what to do or say, Lisa smiled at me and said we should go home with them and before I knew it we were in a Taxi and heading to their house. I was just drunk enough to know what I was doing and knowing it was wrong but didn't care. We got in the house and as I walked in the lounge Lisa unzipped my dress and pulled it down, I stepped out of it and Claire came over and kissed me her hands went round my back and before I knew it my bra was undone and still kissing me she pulled down my thong, she pulled away and I saw Lisa had stripped off too and in seconds Claire was out of her dress, she was not wearing any underwear, Both of them were shaved unlike me, I have always kept mine trimmed, Lisa pushed me onto the couch and pushed my legs apart and went down on me Claire went to my breasts and I found myself totally in their power, the feeling was amazing Lisa was licking me like no one had ever done Claire was doing things to my nipples that felt so good, gently biting them I was in heaven and for the first time ever I had an orgasm in under 5 minuets, Claire took over with my pussy and Lisa came up and kissed me, now I thought Lisa was good but my god Claire made me cum so many times I lost count. She sat on the couch and Lisa got me on my knees in front of her and it was my turn to lick, as I got closer Lisa pushed my head down and I was licking my first pussy, It didn't take me long to find my way and discovered I loved the taste . Then I felt Lisa part my ass and to my shock she started to lick my ass hole, another first for me, she pushed her tongue in the feeling was out of this world. I think for the next hour we licked and fingered each other I licked both their pussy's and ass holes and as I lay on the couch feeling exhausted and happy I thought that was it, oh how wrong I was.
Lisa took my hand and led me to the bathroom, she sat me on the toilet and shaved my pussy, I looked at it in the mirror and to my surprise I liked it, I told her I needed to pee and thought she would leave but she looked at me and asked if I had ever given a golden shower, now I know what they were but if truth be told it was not something I had ever wanted to try, She called Claire and before I knew it they were both under me in the shower, I wasn't sure I could go but I was needing a pee so bad it started an both of them took it in turns to take my pee over their face. They even drank some. I finished and Lisa told me to get under her, I tried to say no but that really wasn't an option so I shut my eyes and she let go over my face and hair. To my surprise I found myself liking it and opened my mouth a little, She finished and Claire took over, I opened my mouth and let her pee right in it. We showered together washing each other and then taking turns drying each other.
We took a break and Lisa got us all some very large vodkas, we talked and Claire asked me if I was having fun? I told her It was the best night of my life and thanked them both, she laughed and told me it wasn't over yet, she left and came back with a box full of sex toys, now I have owned a vibrator since my teens but the toys in the box were well lets say exciting would be an under statement. One caught my eye and I asked what it was for because it was long but thin, Claire said that was just for the ass and asked if I had ever done anal before? I told her just once and it hurt so bad I didn't try it again. Lisa told me to bend over, I watched as she put some lube on it and Claire put some on my ass and gently pushed her finger in too, then came the vibrator, she took it easy to start with but before long it was in as far as it would go, slow at first she fucked my ass, Claire put on a strap on and Lisa pulled out the vibrator, Claire put the strap on at my ass and pushed in, it hurt a bit but not like it did when I did it before, She fucked my ass and I loved it, Lisa got in front of me and I licked her ass as mine was getting pounded. For about an hour we all took turns with the strap on and then I needed to pee again but this time we went into the garden and again we pissed over each other, It felt so naughty being out doors naked like that.
We showered again and went to bed, I was exhausted and fell asleep so quick with both of them beside me, Lisa had her hand on my pussy and Claire was touching my breasts.
I woke up this morning alone in bed, I went into the lounge and was still naked, Claire was on the couch also naked we kissed and she asked if I was OK with what happened? I told her I was and asked where Lisa was? She was out at church, I told her I had better go home and she smiled and said she would give me a ride home. She put on a long T shirt and nothing else it barely hid her pussy and ass, I put my dress on and asked where my underwear was Claire laughed and said Lisa had them. On the ride home Claire kept on putting her had under my dress and putting her finger in my pussy and licking her finger.
We swapped numbers before she dropped me off and told me we have to do it again as soon as we can. I just got a call from her and I am going back tonight, I cant wait

This year my husband and I had our first holiday away from our kids, since my girls r now 18 and 19 they didn't want to come on holiday with us, so we too the chance and booked a week in Greece. We booked an adults only hotel. Our room was on the second floor with a big balcony. I was a bit upset to find that i was not allowed to sunbathe topless in public, but the hotel people said that they didn't mind much about doing it on the balcony. We spent the day at the pool and about 4pm we went to the balcony with a good supply or beer and wine and as our room was facing west we got the sun right in our balcony. I took off my bikini top and finally let my boobs fall free. I have quite a large pair of boobs 36DD and have never been shy about getting them out when on holiday i love the looks from all the men and David my husband loved me showing them off too. Once when our kids were young we even went on a nude beach but never did it again. I decided that it was safe to remove my bikini bottoms too and David took off his shorts, his cock was semi hard and it wasn't long before i was feeling horny, we went in the room and fucked. we got dressed and went to eat i wore a very light summer dress and i never put on any panties but had to wear my bra or my boobs would sag too much. We found a nice bar had some food and a lot of booze. I noticed that 2 girls were looking at me and i noticed my dress had risen up and they could see i had no panties on. It gave me a thrill, now i had been with other women before but that was way back when i was a teenager. I told David what was going on and he told me to let them see more but to make it look accidental, so i moved my legs and opened them, i saw the girls stare again and i decided to be bold i let my hand lower and gave my pussy a little rub, my other hand i reached over to David under the table and gave his cock a rub, the girls went to the toilet and i decided to go too, they were both in the same stall and i heard them talking about how horny they both got seeing me, i dont know what came over me but as it was just us in there i told them to come over and join us when they came out i then went back to David and told him what i had done, The girls came out and came right over to our table and sat down, they introduced themselves as Susan and Claire, both were 20 and they said sorry for looking but they couldn't help it. I told them not to worry and i was flattered they liked seeing such an older woman being naughty. We ordered some more drinks and i suggested going back to our room as the bar was quite quiet i expected them to refuse but to both our surprise they said they would love to. We sat on the balcony David went to get us some wine and Susan asked if i was bisexual, i told them i had been years before but had not been with another woman in over 25 years. Claire laughed and asked if David would let me doing it again? at that moment he walked out and his very words were hell yes. I think it was then that i knew it was going to get naughty, even though looking back thats exactly why the girls came back with us.
It didn't take long before things started Susan said that they had seen my pussy and it was only fair that we saw theirs they both stood up and took their shorts and panties off, both were shaved and wet, i slipped off my dress and was sitting there just in my bra, the girls took off their tops, both had no bra on but both had perfect boobs, Claire was a little bigger than Susan, i let my boobs free and the girls looked at David and asked if he was going to join us naked or just watch? David didn't need to be asked twice off came his shirt and then his shorts, the girls got a nice surprise because David has a nice big and thick cock, 7 inches hard but it is very thick, now he was only semi hard but i could see Claire wanted to touch it, so i told her she could touch, she reached out and grabbed his cock Susan came over to me and knelt down in front of me, she didn't waste any time she pushed my legs open and her mouth went right to my pussy, i watched as Claire lowered her mouth onto his cock as Susan worked on my pussy, i was in heaven. David took Claire into the room and we joined them, He put her on the bed on her knees and put his cock in from behind, Susan told me to kneel in front of her so she could lick me from behind and she got in front of me and pulled my face to her pussy, Its all a bit fuzzy from there but David came in Claire and Susan licked her out, he got hard again and he fucked Susan as Claire and me played. We swapped a few more times and all fell asleep in the bed. I woke up to find Claire naked on the balcony, she asked if it was ok they were still there, I laughed and said of course it was and since David was cuddled up with Susan i couldn't help but laugh again. I asked her is she wanted a shower as i was just heading for one and she said she would join me, we got in the shower and Claire was soon kissing and fingering me, i told her to hold on as i needed to pee, she told me to just do it and she knelt down with her face at my pussy, now this was new to me i had never done anything like this before, but i let go and peed all over her face and hair, i finished and she told me it was my turn, i wasn't sure but thought what the hell, and put my face next to her pussy, she let got and the feeling was amazing, some went in my mouth and i loved it. We fooled about a little more before going to the balcony to dry off. Susan got up a little later and showered too. Claire told her she had given me my first golden shower.
We took them for breakfast and i thanked them for one of the best nights of my life, Susan said we should meet up again, we made plans to meet up in a few days.
We met up with the girls a few days later, we were both excited and we had hired a motor boat for the day, we took the boat well out away from anyone else and we all stripped off, we had bottles of beer and Susan finished hers quick and slit it into her pussy, i went over to her and took over, licking her clit as i fucked her with the bottle, David stopped the boat and let us drift, Claire was soon sucking him and after he had cum he stood over him and pissed over his face, we let her think it was his first time, but we had done it a few times since that first time. Susan pissed over me and both David and I pissed over them both
We got back to our room and fucked eachother so many times i lost count.
The girls went home the next day but we did trade numbers and a few weeks ago they came for a visit, but thats a whole other story

This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is.

AFRICAN DRUM'S - Part 1

Kristen had whined the entire week before they
left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight,
and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally
snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili
dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of
a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They
intended that this would be a good old fashioned family
holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed
them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg-
ging had managed to sway them.

Thus she was now standing on the runway in a
baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag-
gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It
was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug-
gage sitting beside him.

Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the
baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused,
astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she
noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after
all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same
way.

She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning
young woman. Her development had started early. Even
when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity
was such that she was taken for a girl several years
older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at
her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways
to her benefit.

At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking
her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing
clothes and positioning her body in such a way that
older boys and even grown men would groan and flash
carnal visual images in their minds.

By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an
expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering
men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body
to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard
steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school,
to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F
to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with
them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers,
combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her-
self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs,
or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.

She'd gotten great grades in High School without
having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard.
Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer
group in school, few openly questioned her methods for
academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just
this year, and had found the college professors even
more willing to come under her sway. The high school
teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and
even after she passed the age of consent, of firing,
if caught with her.

College teachers didn't really have to worry
about that. Affairs between students and teachers
weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what
she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry
about consequences.

Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her
tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was
cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have
to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could
automatically bring males organs to erection.

Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's
Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a
pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall
and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a
ballet dancer.

Her breasts were large enough to cause double
takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect
symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved,
even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in
the exact center of each breast, which, when hard,
lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out
hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into
poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming
contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.

Her ass would have won awards if such were given,
and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It
was the perfection other women longed for, had opera-
tions for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imper-
fection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They
were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in
her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels
and tightly shaping pants and jeans.

Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness.
Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she
wanted, they were the eyes of an appealing child.
Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.

Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing
that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was nar-
row and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth,
brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face
was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men
with regret, that they would never know her intimate
acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.

Her hair was the perfect frame for such a won-
drously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as
feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the
same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around
her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her
chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-
fall.

All of these taken together drew lustful and en-
vious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contri-
buted to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always
tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well
as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave
her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions
when she tried.

Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth
watering face were not the only reason she was drawing
stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but
not unattractive shade of pink.

If she had been aware of the amusement, or con-
fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply
sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication
of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the
world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be
wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included
hair coloring and style.

She was not aware of the bewildering looks though,
since all her attention was focused on herself, and the
unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently
feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally
forced to contend with.

Seldom in her short life had she been refused any
pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran-
sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was
her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied
her.

Of course this went a long way to explaining her
self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook
on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human
being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow
as a dried river bed.

Though she was far from stupid, an original
thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She
followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to
be "IN."

Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna
that was permissible, but out in the open, in her
clothes, it was utterly intolerable.

"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go in-
doors where it's air-conditioned?"

"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart.
It's hotter than out here," he replied.

"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In
her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What
kind of a place was this?

"Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father
sighed with relief.

Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing
towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes
against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as
the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small
pebbles and dirt all around.

"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.

"I am."

"Righto."

A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to
stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust.
The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse
dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap
brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked
into boots, not even designer boots.

He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type
way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps.
His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest
hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen
wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out
his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."

"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands.
"This is my wife Lucy..."

"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and
forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.

"And my daughter Kristen."

"Hi there Kris." he grinned, his eyes sliding
quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.

"Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.

It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to
begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris.

With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their
bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the
rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not
even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly
done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to
await them.

Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and
Kristen carefully stepped in.

"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.

"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning!
What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and
hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas-
sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded
seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt
field and out through the airport gate.

In a short length of time, they were driving
through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for
a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around
aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language
that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only
two acceptable languages other than English.

"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.

"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous.
We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the
rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."

"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de-
manded in astonishment.

"That's it beautiful."

"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!"
she exclaimed.

He looked back at her in irritation. "And just
what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine,
girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without
stalling."

"How long do we have to be riding around in this
thing?" She demanded.

"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he
grinned.

"Daddeeeeeeee!"

"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a
Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate
her.

"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-
conditioned!?"

"You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition-
ing pinky." Joe grinned.

"What?"

"He means you won't get used to the heat,
darling."

"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp-
ed her foot on the floor.

"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."

"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.

He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper.
She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank
back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un-
til she was back home again. The Rover continued to
bounce along until they reached a small village outside
town.

There they stopped. There was six other four wheel
drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in
disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to
the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.

"You told me to find everything on the list and
bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said,
shrugging.

"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de-
manded. He poked his nose inside the rovers and jeeps,
his face growing more and more incredulous.

Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture
here, fer chrissake!"

"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."

"Tables and chairs!"

"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a
table." Kristen sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at
her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"

"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.

"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up
and set down?"

"I'm sure they'll manage."

Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"It's your funeral," he said before finally,
stomping over to the other drivers.

"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a
better guide, Charles?"

"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."

"He smells badly." Kristen sulked.

"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her
father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked
at him in disgust.

They bounced down dirt roads for several more
hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They
left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she
couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small
clearing by a river.

"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious re-
lief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far
away from Kristen as he could get. Never had he had to
bear such a constant unending barrage of whining com-
plaints, and snotty comments.

If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try
and block her out for most of the afternoon, Kristen
would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all
that different from most men's fantasies about her,
except for being considerably more violent.

The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp,
which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve
feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside
each they carried a large round plastic bathtub, which
they set up in a curtained corner, along with the
portable toilets.

They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then
put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the
top was put into place, and a generator to power the
pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large
vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water,
which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.

Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and
watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with
tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Kristen saw him, she
turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined
what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round
little behind.

The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery,
what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from
the camp at least. Kristen accompanied her parents,
shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.

He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere,
Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por-
table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light.
The fire drew the only appreciative statement from
Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it
was "OK."

Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all
retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's
mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl
having a shower and despite his irritation at her,
found his loins stirring.

Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the
little bitch had been such a snotty little thing that
he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.

With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and
poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head
out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across
the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked
inside.

The curtain that ran around the tub was in place
and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only
as good as the power source which had to be small
enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water
enveloped the girl as she stood under it.

The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow
showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered
across the few feet that separated it from him and
pulled it aside slightly.

Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his
many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of
appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her
beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells
of her buttocks and magnificent legs.

She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then
opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her
hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He
closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
No, he hadn't been imagining.

"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily
covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body!
His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking
even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously
thrust her chest up and out.

Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the
softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a
blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as
she stood with legs slightly apart.

The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin,
giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pound-
ing and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to
keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and
there.

Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as
physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent
his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality
flaws, he was going to have the little bitch if it was
the last thing he did!

He set out to please her as soon as she returned
from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse
her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying
to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Be-
sides, he was as far from her type as it was possible
to get without actually being ugly.

His smile became strained over the course of the
evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial
attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa-
tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks,
arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.

He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that
night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she
repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent
he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When
she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he
was in no mood to be pleasant.

Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into
his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was
ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better
than hers.

Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt,
that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned
and then tied together below her braless breasts.

That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two
tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did
not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she
wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis-
liked was commonplace to her.

Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored
things currently in vogue in California, and looked
preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.

"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing
through her tent flap.

"This thing doesn't work." she complained, point-
ing at the shower.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" She look-
ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid.

"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful-
ly as she stared at him.

"It ain't my shower." He glared.

"You were hired by my father..."

"To guide you through the jungle. You want a
plumber go and find one."

"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.

"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.

"When I tell my Daddy..."

"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you
want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to
your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved
right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches
away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov-
ing forward until she was backed against a table.

He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your
shit don't stink! Do it?"

Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No-
body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this
before.

"I... I... I..."

"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining
voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to
bend backwards across the table.

"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever
seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God-
dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a
crazy wears pink hair anyway!?

"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.

"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes
glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your
clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off
your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone
that takes notice!"

He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her
back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your
dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock
up your tight, cold little hole!"

Kristen gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in
embarrassment and outrage.

"I bet for all your showin' off your still a
stinking virgin!" he snarled.

"I... I am not!" she whined.

"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man
between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down
and cupped her left breast through the sweaty
blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are
you!" He sneered, again putting his face right up
against hers.

Kristen was now terrified. She was in a situation
she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her!
Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and call-
ing her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and
gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand
away from her hot, sweaty breast.

"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.

"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A
man hating little homo!"

"A... am not!" she whimpered.

"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then
abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her
shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Kristen
gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.

Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped
her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound.
His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked
up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull
away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her
cunt.

End Of Part 1