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Volunteer
by Isabella

I was bright, very bright, a typical 'Jewish Princess' from Manhattan, My parents had pushed me so hard to study, shielded and protected me from members of the opposite sex, I earned a first in Art History and American Literature from a good university almost two years early. I didn't really want a job; I was considering a Masters or even a Doctorate, the prospect of six more years of study appealed to me immensely, that was until I saw a stand at the university, I was there to discuss my post graduate options and noticed the table covered with leaflets for the VSO, the Voluntary Services Overseas, there were lots of exciting articles about helping to teach Maths and English to underprivileged children in Africa, helping to deliver clean water to villages in India, working on flood defences in Pakistan, helping to feed the people in Afghanistan, I could easily afford to take a year out and see a little of the world, I might get over the feeling of being useless, mentally a giant but practically an imbecile.

I spent a few weeks mulling over my options, I had taken the interview, the panel were impressed with my stats, with my double first, with my valedictorian and all that but they were worried about my practical qualities. I was in the cellar one day, the air-vent into my fathers study was right by my head as I searched for my sturdy climbing boots, worn once and dispatched to the junk room from hell. "I'd rather she worked for me than go abroad, or even back to school, what has she learned in all of her years of study, could she bake, cook, clean, wash or iron, who will want to marry her, at least working for me I can keep her safe" my father was talking to my mother, she didn't stick up for me, she didn't fight my corner, she actually agreed with him, "I'll talk to her, I can usually make her see sense" my mother had said.

I was waiting for the doctor in his office, "Well miss Green, everything seems OK so far, may I ask what kind of birth control you use", I giggled, "Nothing, I'm still a virgin!" The doctor looked seriously for a moment, "I can't recommend you for the VSO program, I'm sorry" "What, that's it, I'm not on the pill so I'm not suitable!" The doctor told me that seventy five percent of the female volunteers returned home before they had served six months of their contracted year due to pregnancy, "That's simple then, how do I get on the pill" I asked. I had been injected by the new form of birth control before I left his office, an inch long stick of jell injected just under the skin of my left forearm, "Remember, refrain from unprotected sex, the injection will prevent pregnancy for three months but it won't protect you from Sexually Transmitted Diseases" were the doctors parting shot to me as I walked out of his office.

I had prevailed on a friend to put me up for a few weeks while I sorted out my contract with the VSO, the African director had rejected me, 'inconsistent skill package', they wanted engineers or mathematicians, practical skills, the Indian director was the same, as were the Far East, Middle East and Balkan directors, I had all but given up, I did have skills, just not any useful ones, I had never stuck to anything in my life, I was beginning to think that my father was absolutely right, I should drift into his business, sit polishing a chair for eight hours a day, the stinger for me was his comment to my mother, "Someone will be able to train her to make the coffee in three months or so, then at least she will be useful for something!" Tears were welling up in my eyes; I didn't hear the tall man calling me. He touched my shoulder, I jumped, he took pity on me, he was the Caribbean director, he didn't really need a fine art expert or even a literature expert, but he offered me a six week placement, if I impressed the manager on the ground then he would extend the contract to the full year, if not, I'd be home in time to start the new semester at university.

I flew to Florida at my own expense; the VSO had booked me a place on a cement boat that travelled between Florida and Venezuela stopping at each of the islands on the way. It took three days to get me to Dominica; the boat was met by David, the VSO's island manager in Dominica, he was very short with me, he needed the same skills that everyone else needed, Dominica didn't have the romance or prestige of Africa, India, China, Sumatra or Taiwan, David dropped me at the hostel, muttering "Another useless Manhattan Princess, home the first plane after her nails break!" I didn't know if I was supposed to hear or if it was just David's usual way of making a new volunteer feel welcome.

I had four weeks of hell, I didn't like working on the bridge project, no head for heights, I couldn't get on with the staff or children at the local school, the harbour project was much too physical, far too much like hard work and so on and so on. David wasn't the least bit understanding, "Environmental studies, that's all I have that you haven't already messed up at! But don't worry, you'll only have four days to fill, and then you'll on your way home".

I had to be up and out by six am, the hostel staff had prepared me a packed lunch and David had to drive me to the other side of the island, he was pissed off at that too, I was dumped, unceremoniously on Simon and Anthony, the only fishermen to still use the traditional methods in all of the Caribbean, all I had to do was record their activities, note the time that fishing operation starts, how long to cast the nets, how long to 'swim', how long to gather in the nets, how many fish and of what type, spoilage, time taken to dry and mend the net. Everything had to be measured, counted and timed, each and every day.

Simon rowed the boat away from shore while Anthony held on to the end of the net, Simon rowed the boat, allowing the net to fall over the stern of the boat, he was very skilled and from the shore I could see that he had set the net in a perfect circle. The boat was pushed up onto the shore and Simon took both ends of the net, Anthony then swam out to sea, it looked like he was a very poor swimmer as he splashed about a lot and didn't make too much progress, the idea was to frighten all the fish encompassed by the net, the frightened fish would swim into the mesh and get trapped, on his return to shore Anthony made no splashes at all, he swam like an Olympian. The net was then pulled ashore, I had to get into the water at this point, David had told me to ware my swimming costume under my official shorts and t-shirt because, "Getting in the water is part of the job", one of his pet sayings. I hadn't packed for working swimwear, I had packed a bikini for sunbathing, I had owned it for three years and had never got it wet.

Simon and Anthony stopped haling on the net as I pulled my shirt off over my head, my bikini top was totally inadequate at covering or supporting my 38'D' breasts and my tie-sided bikini bottoms barely covered my pubic hair, Simon gave out a long low whistle as my body emerged from it's white cotton coverings. I tied the bows at both sides of my bikini bottoms into a knot, just for a little additional security, I started to rub sun block over my exposed skin, Simon told me to hurry up, I was slowing down the fishing.

I stood, waste deep in the sea, Anthony told me what type offish he was dropping into the tray in the back of the boat, species and size, every so often he threw a small fish into the sea beyond the net, a dolphin suddenly appeared and snatched the fish off of the surface, "Ah, Raymond" Simon said, "Raymond the dolphin, come to pick up the spoiling". A four by four pick-up truck drove across the beach to us, there was a short discussion between Simon and the driver of the truck, no extra time, ten o'clock was the collection time and it was five after ten now. The driver took what Simon and Anthony had put into the trays and the rest of the fish became spoilage, we still had to count and estimate the weight of it all, the bigger fish were thrown onto the beach for the poorer in the local area to collect later.

I felt something brush against my body and almost jumped out of my skin, Simon and Anthony were haling the heavy net onto the beach so it wasn't them messing with me, I felt it again, Anthony noticed, "Ah Raymond is playing with you, you are lucky, usually takes a dolphin weeks to come that close to a stranger". Then he told me that he thought that Raymond was attracted to me sexually, I said, "Get out of here!" "No, true, look at his belly, it should be light grey but it is pink! That's what tells you he is attracted to you". It was true; the dolphin's underside was pink going slightly darker pink around its sexual organs, well where its sexual organs would be if it were a man.

The dolphin swam slowly past me, he had turned onto his side and was rubbing his underside along my abdomen, then as the point of darkest pink touched me the dolphin suddenly flicked its back, pushing it's abdomen hard against my stomach, I staggered backwards into deeper water. Anthony moved quickly to get behind me before the dolphin returned, he stood behind me and grasped my arms just above my elbows, I felt the dolphin begin its slow journey across my abdomen again, this time I noticed what looked like a snake emerging from a slit that was surrounded by almost red skin now. As the projection touched my body it actually moved, a little like a monkey's tail, it actually stroked my stomach as the dolphin swam past, again it flicked it's abdomen against my stomach but this time Anthony was holding me firm, in fact Anthony used his own body to push me back into the dolphin, kind of in reciprocation.

Simon was now approaching and stood about two feet in front of me, the dolphin returned and swam between Simon and I, he brushed his body against mine again and Simon reached out to hold the dolphin, there was a sudden flick of his tail and the dolphin was gone in a heartbeat. He returned again, this time Simon just put a hand under the dolphin to support it; I noticed that the snake like dolphin cock was over a foot long and growing. Simon helped the dolphin to stay static and also helped to keep it in the right place, Anthony moved my arm so that my hand was right next to the dolphin's cock, "Help the poor brother out girl", Anthony said with his lips brushing against my ears. My hand was at the base of the dolphin's cock, I wrapped my fingers around it, Anthony was moving my arm so that my hand was rubbing back and forth along the thicker part of the cock, the tip was brushing against my abdomen, the dolphin seemed to be searching for a slit in my abdomen similar to its own, it reached my bikini bottom and slipped down between my panties and my body, I felt the tip of the dolphin's cock wriggling inside my panties until it touched my bushy pussy mound then it shot out, like it had received an electric shock.

I had been massaging the dolphin's cock for around five minutes when the dolphin began to vibrate and shudder, Simon turned the dolphin slightly on to it's back so that its cock broke the surface of the water, suddenly there was an ark of liquid, it hit the water twelve to fourteen feet from us, it was like a jet of water from a super blaster water pistol, only this liquid was a lot thicker than water, I watched as the tip of the dolphin's cock snaked toward me slightly and then there was another jet of fluid, this time it hit my shoulder and the side of my bikini top. And with that Raymond the dolphin shot off just like his sperm, and he was gone.

Simon's face was splitting almost in two with the huge smile he had on it, he backed away slightly and bent down, I looked down, Simon had hooked his thumbs into the sides of his shorts and was pushing them down, and then he was nude, he had a huge erection that was standing out from his body just above the water line and was closing in on me, no I was closing in on him, Anthony was pushing me from behind, pushing me closer to Simon. Anthony whispered, "Seems another brother needs your help and attention" into my ear, he moved my arm again and placed my hand by Simon's cock, Anthony moved my arm a few times so that my fingers were brushing against Simon's huge member, as I opened my fingers and wrapped them around his black shaft Simon threw his shorts onto the beach. I was looking down, staring intently at Simon's cock, Anthony was pulling my arm back and pushing it forward, I was masturbating Simon via Anthony's manipulation of my arm, and then I found that I was doing it myself, Simon stepped into my body, as he closed into me he lifted my chin so that he could kiss me, Anthony had already let my right arm go as I was masturbating Simon under my own steam, then he lifted my left arm and placed it on Simon's shoulder.

Anthony began to kiss down my neck from behind, kissed over my shoulder; Simon's closeness was making it slightly difficult to keep up the masturbating movement of my hand. I had never actually touched a mans penis before, in fact I had only ever seen a mans cock in pictures, and they were my mother's medical dictionaries and journals, I wondered what my mother would have said if she could see me now, touching my self inside my panties had sent her into a fit of a rage, as if it was the dirtiest, most disgusting thing in the world, well what would she say about me touching a man's cock, a cock that wasn't circumcised, wasn't pink and wasn't on the other end of a doctor or lawyer. Anthony had realised that my bikini top was the kind that the shoulder straps were detachable, to help prevent strap lines when sunbathing, as he kissed down my back I felt the pressure on my left shoulder suddenly disappear and felt Anthony kiss the place where the strap had been, then the right strap loosened and Anthony kissed me there too.

Simon's tong was teasing against my lips, easing them open and slipping slightly into my mouth, my first ever 'soul kiss', I knew all about French kissing but I had never done it before, I realised that I had never had a boyfriend that I had allowed more than a quick peck on the cheek or a stolen peck on the lips before and yet here I was, mouth full of black mans tong, hand full of black cock, and a second man kissing my back and fumbling with the catch at the back of my bikini top. I felt the tension across my back released and my breasts sag down slightly, Anthony was now kissing down the small of my back, stopping only at the point where the sea was covering my bikini bottoms, then I saw his shorts arch past me and fall close to Simon's shorts on the beach, Simon's kissing had become more urgent, his breathing had speeded up, he was pushing his body against mine, pressing his cock, still shrouded by my hand, against my stomach, it made it harder to keep up the pumping action of my hand but I struggled on valiantly.

Anthony was kissing the back of my neck again now, I felt his fingers fumble with the ties at the side of my bikini bottoms, I was really glad that I had tied the loops of the bow into a knot, Anthony pulled and tugged but the knot wouldn't give, I could feel Anthony's cock pressing into the small of my back, he was rubbing himself off against me, then I felt him start to push my bikini bottoms down, I managed to break my lips free from Simons enough to say, "No, please don't do that" over my shoulder to Anthony. I felt a sudden warm patch on my stomach and over my fingers, Simon was breathing heavily threw gritted teeth as he pumped his sperm all over my lower abdomen, Anthony was doing something different through his teeth, what the locals called 'kissing the teeth', that slow, long drawn out, kind of 'tut' sound that indicated their disapproval.

As soon as Simon had finished his pleasure he turned and walked away, picking up his shorts as he went and leaving my breasts exposed, it was the first time that I had realised that I could be seen by anyone passing, mind you, there was no one passing, I looked around for my bikini top, it was nowhere in sight. Anthony was upset that I had asked him not to take my bikini bottoms down but he still wanted me to help him to find relief from his erection, he pulled me to him and turned me round to face him, "You have to help this brother out now!"

It wasn't a request it was a demand, I didn't like the fact that I was being taken for granted and decided to end it, so I turned my back on Anthony and walked over to where I had left my t-shirt and shorts. Anthony was really mad at me now, I hadn't realised how long we had been in the water, it was past noon and the net was still lying on the beach, Simon and Anthony began to hang the net between forked poles spaced out at the end of the bay, the net zigzagged back and forth so that it's one thousand meter length could be accommodated in just a few meters of beach. I was still finishing off my report when David turned up to take me back to the hostel. He took my report, "This is the worst day's figures I've seen" he said, he threw the paper on to the seat at the side of me, I picked it up and slipped it back onto my clipboard, David turned the pick-up's engine off and walked over to Simon and Anthony, Simon was busying himself with the nets, finishing off the hanging process. I watched Anthony talking to David, Anthony was extremely animated, lots of exaggerated hand movements, lots of pacing up and down, David just stood there shaking his head, as Anthony's tirade went on, David's head sank lower and lower, and then he was walking back to me.

David sat in silence for ten minutes, gripping the steering wheel, I could see that his knuckles were growing whiter as he increased the pressure, then he started the engine and turned the truck to head back to the road, "You'll have a few days to do the tourist thing before your transport back to Florida", that's all he said, I was being sacked, from a stupid volunteer job, I could feel the tears welling up into my eyes, I didn't want David to see me cry so I asked him to drop me off, "I'll walk back from here", "Suit your self, it's ten miles from here and over the mountain, but up to you" was his response. I sat on a large rock at the side of the road and wept, I knew I was useless, I was a total failure, I knew all of that but I didn't want to face my mother and father, I knew exactly what they would say and I didn't want to hear it.

It was beginning to get dark, well no, in the Caribbean it didn't begin to get dark, there was no twilight to speak of, it went from day to night in just a few minutes, I walked back down towards the beach, I didn't know what I could do but I wanted to try something. Anthony and Simon were sitting outside a rum shop at a large cable bobbin used as a table, the chairs were upturned beer crates, the rum shop had no electricity, it was a one room shack around eight feet by ten, too small for people to actually sit inside, not that anyone would want to sit inside unless it was raining.

I decided that the only way to stay on the island was to appeal to Anthony, eat shit if I had to, do whatever it took to get him to ask for me to work with him and Simon. Anthony said a few unpleasant things to me, I fell onto an up-turned crate and began to sob my heart out, one of the other men at the cable bobbin table passed me a glass of water, I took a big swallow, I had run out of the bottled water I had taken from the hostel earlier in the day and so I took an extra large swallow, I had never tasted alcohol in my life, in some states you can drink at eighteen but in New York it was twenty-one, so I was some years away from being able to drink legally, that didn't stop my throat from burning up as the neat white rum travelled down my gullet and into my stomach. I was taken totally by surprise and the effect of that large amount of liquor falling into my empty stomach made me sick, not just sick to my stomach like the situation I had found myself in but really sick, I ran around the back of the rum shop holding my mouth and then heaved, there was nothing but a mouthful of alcohol and a little bile to cum up, and up it came.

My mouth tasted disgusting, I walked to the owner of the rum shop, I asked him for water, "What do you think this place is, Tiffanies or someplace, I don't got no water, just rum". "OK then can I have a soda?" "This place 'aint' no school room either, just a rum shop!" I went back to my seat, I had to take another drink of white rum, much smaller sip this time, it still burnt on the way to my stomach but I managed to control myself better this time. I saw the top was open on my backpack, I was fastidious about keeping it closed, I picked it up, my bra was gone, panties and towel too, even my un-eaten packed lunch was missing, all that was left in my pack was an empty water bottle and the dammed clip board with today's record attached to it. Simon asked me what project I was going to tomorrow, "I'm out of here, too many foul-ups, David has canned me and I'll be on the next transport out of here", I began to cry again, Anthony went to the bar owner and got his mobile phone, he waved it under my nose, "If you can learn to do as you're told I'll ring David and tell him that I give you a second chance, but if I do, you have to remember that you have to do everything that's expected of you!" There was a long silence, then Anthony looked a little angry, he crashed his fist against the makeshift table, "Well, do I make the call or are you ready to head back home?"

I did a lot of thinking in a very short time, Anthony was giving me an arrogant stare as I thought, when I had decided to return to the beach I had been prepared to eat shit to stay on the island, I knew that I would be expected to have sex with Anthony and Simon at least, would that be worse than eating shit?

"Well, do I make the call or are you going home?" I nodded my head, "Make the call!" "Make the call what?" "Please! Make the call, please!" I listened in to the conversation, I could just make out what David was saying as he was obviously angry about the call and was using his voice well, I did make out one sentence very clearly, "She'll have to be back at the hostel before midnight or she'll be breaking the rules!" Anthony told him to come over and pick me up as there wasn't a car in the village to take me back. The upshot was that I was on my own, it would be up to me not to get into any trouble after midnight as I would be in breach of my visa conditions and if I came to the police's attention I'd end up in the hoosegow until they could extradite me.

Then there was the slight awkwardness as to who would be doing what to me and in what order, Anthony thought that he should have first crack at me as I had already given Simon a hand-job, Simon was the more dominant and wanted his turn first, then there was a period of silent conspiracy, Anthony kept looking over at me and shaking his head, then there was a break from the huddle, "Simon thinks you're probably still a virgin!" I nodded my head; even in the darkness I could see the brilliance of Anthony's smile as it almost split his head in two.

Simon and Anthony went back into their huddle, the only word I heard was Raymond, spoken several times by both men, and the occasional chuckle coming from the men, worryingly, I could have described the chuckle as demonic!

It was Simon's turn to approach me in the dark this time, "You really are a Jewish Princess aren't you? Well, you can keep your precious gift for one more day; nobody is going to touch you tonight!" I heaved a great sigh of relief, or was it disappointment, I had felt Simon's cock in my hand and felt Anthony's cock against my back, I could only imagine what they would feel like inside my body but from what I had heard of Jewish men and the size of their equipment, I doubted that I would ever find a doctor or lawyer packing that much meat.

The house that Simon and Anthony shared with their mother would have been described as a very poor quality garden storage shed back home, it was about twelve feet square, made of wood and the only dividing walls inside were simple curtains that didn't even reach from the floor to the ceiling, there were two double beds, a sofa, a TV and a table inside the shed, the cooking and washing facilities were outside, there was no plumbed water, just a barrel collecting rain water from the tin roof and a bucket used to transfer water to the washing basin.

There was a door and an opening in the wall of the shed that they called a window but as there was no glass in it I called it a hole with a wooden board to keep out the rain. They had electricity but it was being stolen from overhead power lines, the only things that they had that used the electricity was the TV, a ghetto-blaster and a single light bulb.

My first shock was that I would be expected to share a bed with Simon and Anthony's sixty year old mother, my second shock was that I had to wash in the back yard with all three of them watching me, and I don't mean a hand's and face wash, I was expected to strip completely, I have a feeling that there was nothing on TV worth watching as I seemed to be the centre of attention. Edna pointed out that as I had a hairy pussy mound there was a risk that I could have body lice, apparently not unusual among the islanders, so, as I trimmed and then shaved what little body hair I had Edna took my clothes and washed them in the basin that I had just used to wash myself.

I had hoped that as Edna had just hung every stitch of clothing I had with me on her washing line she would give me something of hers to wear but I was sadly mistaken, I had to spend the rest of the evening before it was time for bed wandering around totally naked, mind you, the boys both washed down in the garden as soon as I finished and then they spent the rest of the evening in the nude too. There wasn't a strand of body hair between the three of us, Edna was the last to wash, as soon as she finished she ushered all three of us to bed, the two double beds almost touched, the only thing separating us was a thin curtain. Edna slept naked too, and like her son's and now me, she was hairless on her body too.

At around three o'clock in the morning Edna seemed to have a visitor, I was woken as the bed bounced violently, in the total darkness I didn't know if it was Simon or Anthony fucking Edna or someone else, there was, after all, no lock on the wooden door so anyone could have walked in.

Eventually I managed to fall asleep, even though the bed felt like there was an earthquake in full swing and the next thing I was aware of was Simon shaking me awake, it was still dark, around five-thirty, I was starting to think that I was about to be deflowered but again I was wrong.

I was given my shorts and t-shirt, they were un-ironed and felt like cardboard against my skin but I sucked it up and followed the boys out of the house, my stomach was aching, I had eaten nothing since breakfast twenty-four hours earlier and I had been sick after my first drink of white rum, there had been no food offered the previous evening and my sandwiches had been stolen.

We reached the beach just as the sun was peaking over the mountain, just providing enough light to see the net and boat, Anthony took the end of the net into the stern of the boat and began rowing as Simon fed out the net, we were a good two hours earlier starting than we were on the previous day. Anthony didn't cast the perfect circle of net that Simon had done the previous day and when Simon 'swam' the fish into the net he wasn't half as strong a swimmer as his brother, I on the other hand was much better at the recording than I had been the day before.

At the point that I had to get in the water to record the fish caught and the spoilage, I was told to undress, just for safety of course. There were far more fish caught than the previous day, I noticed that some of the edible fish were being reported to me as spoilage and were being tossed onto the beach for the locals to collect later, the real spoilage fish were thrown over the net into the open ocean which once again attracted Raymond the dolphin, although Raymond seemed to be more intent on trying to get through the net, Simon grinned and said, "Calm down little brother, she'll still be here waiting for you after we've finished our work!"

The net was out, inspected and the holes repaired well before the truck arrived to pick up the fish, I had been left in the water, using the boat as a writing desk as I noted down each step of the process, all the time I was writing Raymond was swimming around me, rubbing himself against me each time he passed, I was very distracted, each pass caused me to look at his belly, watching as the vent covering his penis got redder and redder until it actually looked sore.

Simon and Anthony joined me in the water, "All work finished for the day, nothing else to record, unless you want to shock David out of his pious life style!" Anthony was grinning as he said it, then he grabbed my arm and pulled me into slightly deeper water, Simon took my left arm and left knee, Anthony took the right, I was held in an almost seated position in the water with my legs wide open, Raymond rocketed up at high speed, he used my body as a kind of launch ramp, rubbing his entire body length against my pussy mound before finally flipping out of the water and clearing my head by a fraction of an inch, the last thing I saw as he passed over me was the tip of his cock just appearing out of the bright red vent.

"Calm down man, you never gonna get the cherry at that rate!" Simon chided at Raymond. Raymond swam in a huge circle and looked like he was about to do the same kind of pass, "He really thinks you are a girl Dolphin, if you were you'd match his speed and would fuck just before the flip out of the water, let's hope he's as clever as they say or we could be here all day!" Words of wisdom from Anthony.

On his next pass Raymond raced up again and when he realised that I wasn't trying to match his speed he stopped, just inches away from me, I was carried forward to meet him and the guys held me as Raymond rubbed his body against mine, I felt his cock start to rub all over my thighs, belly and pussy mound before it found my opening and started to feel around inside me, I hit a climax at one hundred miles an hour as his cock's tip explored my insides. Simon and Anthony were watching closely, as soon as two inches of Raymond's cock were inside me I was moved back and forth so that I was actually fucking Raymond, or should I say I was being used to masturbate the Dolphin by Anthony and Simon.

I felt the cock grow inside me, there was a little pain and a sudden cloud of blood in the water, Simon put his lips against my ears, "Wrap your arms around Raymond's head!" Both men moved my arms so that I could hold onto Raymond's head, as soon as I did Raymond began to sink, then I felt both hands release my legs and the beast flipped his tail, I was lifted slightly out of the water and was suddenly being propelled around the bay, clinging on for dear life as Raymond used his massive tail to take me on a fuck-tour of Dominica, each flick of his tail drove his cock deeper and deeper into my body, I was being fucked royally as we sped around the bay.

I watched the truck turn up and collect the boxes of fish from the guys who were now out of the water but still both naked, the guy watched as Raymond and I zoomed past, there was a lot of chatter between the men and a great deal of laughter too, Raymond was the perfect 'gentleman' as soon as he filled my pussy with his spunk he swam me back to the beach and the waiting arms of Simon and Anthony.

Anthony picked up a pebble from the beach and put his hands behind his back, he told me to pick a hand, I chose the left, most people were right handed and would hold the pebble in their right hand, the left hand was empty, Anthony wasn't too impressed as he opened his right hand and dropped the pebble to the floor, Simon took my hand and pulled me behind him around behind the drying net.

Simon's cock was a hell of a lot fatter than Raymond's but nowhere near as long, as he pinned me down on the floor and forced his cock all the way inside in one quick movement I cried out in pain, my discomfort seemed to spur Simon on more and he pounded himself into me as hard and fast as he could, he didn't take a break until he shot his load into me.

Anthony stood over the two of us watching as I groaned through the most painful and pleasurable act of my whole life, as soon as Simon rolled off of me Anthony took his place, he wasn't as fast as his brother, he wasn't any more loving though, he was just intent on getting his own pleasure and ignoring any pleasure or pain that I was getting.

I lay there in the sand for a long while after Anthony finished with me, I half expected that Simon would return for seconds or was that just wishful thinking on my part, I heard talking on the other side of the net, I stood up and three loads of spunk ran out of my body, two human donations and one Dolphins. David was talking to Anthony and Simon as I stepped out from behind the net, David wasn't surprised to see that I was totally naked, I walked, not at all self consciously, to the sea and washed myself as the three men watched me, then I dressed in the few clothes that I had left, just t-shirt and shorts.

I handed the report sheets from today and the previous day, David drove me back to the hostel without saying a word, as we drew to a halt he asked me if I would like to help out at the bridge tomorrow, I told him that I found the work too heavy and didn't like heights, "They need a comfort worker on the sight!" I had never seen that job on the list of options, "What does a comfort worker have to do?" "You'll have an air-conditioned trailer, once an hour the foreman will send someone who has excelled on the bridge and you just do with him what you did with Raymond, Simon and Anthony!"

VSO Work is now my full time career, I've worked in the comfort trailer on three cotenants so far, why the hell are the organisers so coy about the best and most useful of all the tasks that a volunteer can do?

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