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Subject: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. One (1/20) {Bradley Stoke} {MF}
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Title: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. One (1/20) {Bradley Stoke} {MF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 1 of 20
Keywords: MF
Short Summary: Sharon and Tracey plan a holiday in Buggery
Escape from Buggery
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Synopsis of whole novel
======================
Sex tourism is an adventure, but for Sharon and Tracey their
trip to Buggery was rather more of an adventure than they'd
anticipated. And certainly more than the brochure advertised.
This is a dark disturbing novel in a world the sex tourist
would rather not know about.
For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www
Chapter One
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Sharon and Tracey were two very close friends. They danced
to the same music. They liked the same kinds of films. They
both bleached their hair and dyed it the same outrageous
blonde shades. They even dressed much the same: very tight
short skirts; tee-shirts or tank-tops that clung tightly to their
chests; and teetering stilettos that threatened to throw them off
balance. And neither of them ever ever wore knickers.
They weren't the two prettiest girls you could ever have hoped
to meet, but they may well have been the randiest. Every
Friday and Saturday Night (and other nights besides) was a
night to score. And if they didn't score much more than once,
they were terribly disappointed.
What were the girls' attractions to the boys who came inside
them perhaps once or maybe twice in their acquaintance? Well,
they weren't fat. In fact, they might be considered skinny. This
was might have been because of the exercise the girls got. Or
the cigarettes they always smoked. Or because they were
always on one diet or another. Certainly all the sperm they
swallowed can't have been that fattening. Their skin wasn't
tanned at all: it was very pale. Nearly white. But of course they
didn't necessarily wait until they were out in the sun till they
took their clothes off. And when they did, it would be mostly in
the heat of the action. Their breasts weren't especially large
either. Sharon's were the largest: shaped like apples with rosy
pink nipples. Tracey's were more pointed and she probably
had almost as much nipple as breast to support them.
However the girls were pretty much always available. They
didn't cost you anything, though you would probably worry
about what illnesses you'd picked up (not that that ever
bothered the girls!)
The best fun Sharon could imagine was having two pricks up
her - one in her cunt and the other up her arse - and another
prick in her mouth. She loved the taste and sensation of a
throbbing warm sperm-secreting prick as she took it from the
tip of her lips and eased it towards the back of her throat. The
extra sensation in the other two orifices just added to the
pleasure.
Tracey preferred just one man after another. That way, she
would say, you get through more men in an evening. And they
didn't get worn out so soon.
In whatever way, they got their hearts' desires most weekends.
They didn't care if it was early in the evening or late. Whether it
was in the night club, at the back of the bar, on a bed or
amongst the rubbish down an alley-way. A good fuck was
always welcome, and if you were too fussed about where you
had it, well, then who knows what fun you might have missed.
They found out about the existence of Sex Holidays in the
Sun in Buggery during an evening back at the home of a
married man who'd just picked the pair of them up. Buggery,
as they were to find out, was a small country squeezed
between the two republics of Sodom and Gomorrah. Their
host was just getting into action. His trousers and underpants
were thrown off and lying somewhere near the scattered parts
of a motorcycle. His prick was fully erect and straining in
anticipation of fucking Tracey, who'd volunteered to go first.
Sharon was still shagged out after her earlier fuck against the
toilet cubicle door at the night club they'd just been to. She still
had traces of urine streaks down her legs from when her drunk
lover had somehow confused the activities of pissing and
fucking. Tracey had eagerly tugged up her tight boob tube and
the folds of her cunt throbbed with the same eagerness as the
veins of her host's penis. She wedged her arse on the seat of
the ragged armchair and curled her legs on either side of the
armrests.
The room was in a fairly dingy state. The rugs were worn, the
ceiling was yellow with cigarette stains, and the television
supported a weight of magazines and ash trays. Not even the
dusty film posters on the wall and the clutter of cheap china
ornaments on the cupboards added any real relief to the
drabness of the place. There was no evidence that the place
had been vacuum cleaned or dusted for at least a year. Not
that either Sharon or Tracey would have thought it at all
unusual. They didn't bother cleaning up their own flat much
more often than that themselves.
"Daddy! Daddy!" cried a little girl in a stained night-gown
clutching a threadbare teddy bear. She was standing by the
living room door rubbing her eyes with the back of her fist.
"Where's Mummy?"
"How the fuck should I know!" her father replied angrily, his
penis still sticking out and twitching with desire. "Probably out
fucking drunk again."
"I can't get to sleep!" moaned the girl. "Take me to bed,
Daddy!"
"What the fuck! What do you fucking take me for?" shouted
her father. Then remembering the two girls and perhaps
wanting to retain some semblance of gallantry, he said: "OK!
OK! Let's go upstairs!" He wandered over to his daughter with
his erection slowly drooping away. "I'll be back in a second,
girls."
"What the fuck!" echoed Tracey. "My twat's as itchy as
pepper!" She lifted herself up on the armchair and pulled her
boob tube back down over her crotch. She gazed around the
room in boredom and frustration and noticed that Sharon was
reading a tabloid. "Oi! Sharon! What's with you! You got all
fucking literate or something?"
Sharon looked up. "Ever heard of Buggery?" she asked.
"Fucking hell, Sharon! What are arses for, 'cept for shitting and
fucking?"
"No, you pillock! The country called Buggery. This article
here's all about it. There's great holidays you can have there.
Sex holidays. Loads of hunky men all ready and waiting. It's
true! It's like a fucking fuckathon. And look at the fucking
price. It's cheap! It's fucking cheap!"
"There must be a catch?"
"It says here that there's cock every-fucking-where! And it's
always gagging!"
"Yeah! But there's cock here! What do we need to go to
fucking Buggery for?"
"Yeh, right! But look at the cock on the hunks in these pictures
in here. Just fucking look at them! You don't get that at the
Kaleidoscope on a Saturday night!"
Tracey lifted herself out of her seat and leaned over Sharon's
shoulder to look at the article. It featured pictures of fairly
ordinary girls like themselves in the company of some lush
naked men with great looking cock. And there were some
average looking blokes with the kind of women you didn't
normally see except in calendars.
"Yeah! You're right! It looks fucking great!"
"Well, Tray. What d'you think? Sounds like a fucking laugh!"
"Yeah, Shar. Fucking great!" Tracey smiled. She looked up as
their host returned with a limp dick and a cheesy grin. "Well,
here's lover boy back!"
The subject of Buggery frequently returned to their
conversations in the following days, and the girls soon found
themselves planning a holiday there in earnest. Their jobs were
winding up at the call centre, and they felt like a good break
before looking for the next ones. They took some glossy
brochures out from the travel centre, and with the aid of the
travel centre staff, they started examining all the options.
Buggery was advertised in the many different brochures as
variously 'Sperm in the Sun', 'Cunts in the Country' and
'Specialist Tastes Catered For'. The brochures featured tasteful
pictures of hotels, beaches and fucking. Some of the fucking
was fairly standard. Some wasn't even fucking at all:
masturbation, fellatio and voyeurism featured highly. The
brochures made great play of the variety of sexual pleasure
widely available (particularly homosexual) and the constant
reminders that under-age sex was strictly illegal only made it
seem that much more prevalent.
The holidays did seem really cheap, although there didn't seem
to be much that would be free when they got there. The
enormous hotels were equipped with swimming pools, night
clubs and bars. And the brochures had hardly a picture which
didn't feature a naked man or woman: and the men! Tracey felt
hot just looking at the pictures. "I want that cock in me!" she
announced, pointing at the attributes of one smooth chested
man daintily carrying a drinks tray, and wearing a welcoming
grin and nothing else.
'Don't bother to bring any underwear', said the blurb for the 18
to 30 Centimetres Holiday that Sharon and Tracey opted
for. This was in Buggery's most developed resort. Night Clubs,
Sex Bars, Hard Core Porn Theatre and Cinemas on every
street. A glorious sun-drenched sandy beach. Sexual Couriers
and Sex Guides promised. The name of the resort was Throb.
This sounded very promising.
The girls' normal fucks in the car parks, toilets and broom
cupboards just lost their lustre. They became humdrum and
routine, if not even dull and characterless. As also did the men
who did the fucking. They just couldn't compare with what
Buggery promised. And the homes they normally visited,
whose fag-end, beer-stained floors Sharon stared at between
her fore-arms while being fucked from behind, were just no
comparison to the swanky classy hotels of Buggery. Instead of
the grime and mess with which the girls were mostly
acquainted, they offered twin double beds, balconies facing the
sea, and the promise of constant sex. All this with the bonus of
style, grace and massive pricks. Tracey grew increasingly sick
of the sight of stubbled chins, beer-guts and drunken
boorishness. She wanted to be fucked like a lady. And Sharon
didn't care if she'd never got the imprint of a damp brick wall
on her arse again.
There wasn't that much severance pay, and the girls hadn't
saved that much. Night clubs and booze didn't come that
cheap. But they had credit cards and from the sums they did it
it all seemed affordable at a pinch. The girls didn't bother
packing any underwear. Well, they wouldn't have done so
anyway. It was tempting not to bother bringing any clothes at
all, because no one in the brochure pictures ever wore very
many of them. But, of course, they needed clothes just to get to
the Airport.
Which was where they joined other people on the morning of
their departure. Sharon was feeling slightly sick from lost sleep
and the booze from their last celebratory night out. Tracey had
already puked up noisily and messily before leaving home.
Most of the other holiday-makers were men and women
somewhat older than them and seemed generally rather less
wasted; but in their current state, Sharon or Tracey were really
not bothered what their companions were like. Many of the
men were quite clearly gay, which would normally have
bothered them. No opportunities for them there. And some of
the women were just as clearly lesbian, which although both
Sharon and Tracey were occasionally game, (even, on
particularly bad nights, with each other), this wasn't really what
they were after. It was the local talent that they were after; or at
least that which was like what the brochures promised.
There were two Couriers: a very young girl and a hunk who the
girls were most keen on. He was much more like what they
were looking for. Both Couriers were from Buggery and
seemed quite game for anything. Big John, the male Courier,
flirted with almost all the women and many of the men. Tracey
and Sharon took every opportunity to get close to him and
revel in his sexual aura.
The other Courier wore a very short skirt from which her
buttocks were perpetually just about to pop out as she moved.
Her breasts probably would have done much the same if she'd
been better endowed in that department, but she didn't have
very much on top (or nothing to speak of). She wore ineptly
applied make-up and her hair was tied in a curiously childish
pair of plaits with bright yellow ribbons tied to each. She was
very friendly with many of the men and some of the women.
One apparently wealthy woman in her forties indulged in
tongue-to-tongue kissing with the girl for what seemed liked
ages.
In fact, most of the girls' fellow travellers seemed to be
wealthier than either Sharon or Tracey. They hung around
aimlessly in the international lounge feeling out of place amongst
the expensive shops and restaurants. They tottered on their
white stilettos, flicking ash from their ciggies and stroking down
their skin-tight skirts as they rode up their thighs. They knew
they had to kill some time, so they headed for one of the many
caf,s spread about the concourse. They were not even too
sure what all the types of coffee on sale might be. They
plumped for something that turned out to look like oil dripping
out from under a car and tasted like shit.
When the two girls got on the plane, just from the appearances
of the airline hostesses, they knew they were on a very different
type of holiday. In fact, half the airline hostesses were men, but
neither gender dressed much differently from each other. All the
men wore was a little ribbon in the design of the Buggery
National Flag (a very boring tricolour) tied to their penises. The
women, who were similarly naked, had their pubic hairs cut
into the shape of the official national emblem of Buggery: which
was a fairly undistinguished leaf, probably ivy or oak. They did
wear make-up however, not just on their face but on key parts
of their anatomy. The nipples were made more aureate by the
use of lipstick, and the vulvas seemed unnaturally red.
The couriers continued to be very attentive to their guests on
the flight. They both took their clothes off in a very public
gesture which involved them actually physically tearing them to
pieces. They then made love which each other in a very
frenzied way. Big John's penis was quite unnaturally large and it
had difficulty entering little Pussy's cunt, but he persevered and
made a lot of noise while doing so. At the climax, Big John
withdrew his penis and showed everyone all the semen
shooting out in a quite beautiful arch. At this stage, one of the
male hostesses came along and licked the remaining stains off
his still twitching prick. Another hostess cleaned off the traces
of come off Pussy's face and breasts. She was a woman with
very large breasts who had earlier rubbed them in the face of
several passengers on their request,.
After this entertainment, Big John announced that a film would
be shown. The lights went off and a very explicit sex film was
shown. The story concerned a young boy who seemed to
always succeed in getting raped whatever he did or wherever
he was. He started off going to school in school clothes, but
first his mother and then his father seduced him and he was
persuaded to have sex with both of them. Then on the way to
school, a girl who seemed younger than him (possibly younger
than Pussy) started talking with him. This led to full explicit sex,
involving things that surely such young people wouldn't know
about. Even if they were as the credits declared well over legal
age. This sexual encounter was joined in by a passing
policeman. The film continued through more scenes of either
rape and seduction at school and elsewhere, and finally ended
with quite a long orgy sequence where most of the characters
reappeared (from where and why it was never explained) and
indulged in as explicit action as was physically possible.
After the on-flight entertainment was over, Sharon and Tracey
could only congratulate themselves for their choice of holiday
and steel themselves for the pleasures to come.
For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www
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