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Yacht Club
Part 3: The Most Dangerous Game
by Vinnie Tesla

The boy tied to the frame seemed to have sensitive nipples. Certainly,
when the giggling  girls in blue polo shirts started tugging at them,
his bucking increased dramatically.

I poked my head around from the other side, annoyed. "Could you guys
cool it a minute? I'm trying to read."

"Sorry, Mr. Tesla," one girl said. When there's a new visitor on
Nantahack Island, word does seem to get out.

"Please call me Vinnie," I said. "Only telemarketers and my old history
prof call me Mr. Tesla."

"Sorry, Mr. Te-- I mean... Vinnie," she corrected herself, blushing.

Now I felt kind of bad for being so crabby. They were just doing their
job, after all--sexual torture of initiates was a major part of their
job as midshipmen... and considerably more fun than scrubbing barnacles
off hulls. And the one who'd spoken was a very pretty girl--heavily
freckled with short brown hair, her eyes faintly slanted up in a rather
mischievous look. "I'll be done in a minute. And it's not like he's
going anywhere," I quipped.

They chuckled politely and I felt kind of dumb. Oh, well. I went back to
my perusal. Combining a community bulletin board with a St. Andrews
cross seemed like a pretty ingenious idea when I first saw it, but it
turns out to have its inconveniences in practice.

The notices weren't actually very interesting, but Emily was only going
to be a few minutes getting stuff at the General Store, so it didn't
have to engross me for long. Yoga classes... babysitting services...
guitar lessons...

I took a look at the Yacht Club calendar of events: The promised movie
nights. A bunch of public deflowerments, including Tina's from last week
(Jeez, they actually had me listed as Mystery Guest! How cheesy is
that?), some actual sailing lessons...

"Hey lover," Emily chirped behind me, and nipped the back of my neck
lightly. "All done!"

"What's Game Night?" I asked her. "Is that like *Magic: The Gathering*
and stuff?"

"Oh, no. That would be Games Night, which isn't till Thursday. Saturday
is The Most Dangerous Game of All," she intoned significantly, doing a
gesture I can only describe as the Jazz Hands Of Mystery.

"You mean Russian Roulette?"

"No, silly"

"I Never?"

"Nope."

"Strip Jai-Alai? Duck hunting with Dick Cheney?"

"Man, you idiot. The most dangerous game of all is man."

"Huh. I'd have said women were at least twenty percent more dangerous."

"Say forty or I'll sock you."

"Forty percent. At a minimum."

"Good boy. Did you get bored without me?"

"Nah. I had these nice girls to keep me entertained."

Emily poked her head around the corkboard, which was shaking again.

"Good morning, sir!" chorused two voices at once. A third muffled one
appeared to be the bound boy attempting to echo them with a gag in his
mouth.

Emily cocked her head toward the girls. "Oh, dear. It's Alice and Dinah.
Watch out, they're trouble." The one who'd spoken earlier pouted, but
kept silent.

Emily glared at her sternly. "Have you been hitting on my boyfriend,
Dinah?" she demanded.

"No, sir!" Dinah squeaked at once. "Honest!"

Emily clucked her tongue sadly. "Then I'll just have to go back inside
and give you couple minutes to get going," she said, "Don't disappoint
me." And she strode back towards the General Store.

I linked my hands and watched them with an attempt at a neutral
expression; I suspect that a little grin was twitching at the corner of
my lips. Alice ducked behind the messageboard. Dinah, with obvious
effort, raised her eyes to meet mine. "Um, she said. "Um..."

Behind Dinah, Emily was leaning in the doorframe of the General Store,
watching. I suppressed the urge to wink at her.

"Would you like to... um... kiss me?" Dinah squeaked, apparently unable
to come up with a  suitably concise preamble.

"I dunno." I said. "Are you a good kisser?"

"Uh-huh!" she nodded at once.

"Can you prove it?"

She looked around. Alice was doing her best to be invisible. "I could
show you on him," she said, inclining her head toward the bound boy.

I nodded assent, and she approached him. His mouth was a good two feet
above hers, as well as being gagged, but, on tiptoes, her pointed little
tongue could easily reach one tight nipple. He groaned through his gag,
and his cock bounced against her stomach. Apparently by instinct, her
hand reached up and grasped it, while her tongue continued to tease. The
boy's hips jerked, humping his groin against her fist so that the slick
head of his cock appeared and disappeared between her fingers.

As his groans rose in pitch and tempo, she whirled away from him,
leaving his bare cock twitching. "How was that?" she asked eagerly.

"Not bad," I conceded, stepping towards her. "Evil, but not bad." I put
an arm around her waist, tilted her jaw up with my other hand, bent down
towards her. Her mouth parted, her eyes fluttered shut.

"Time's up!" Emily called merrily from the doorway.

"Shit," Dinah muttered quietly, stepping backwards.

Emily skipped back over to me while Dinah tried to regain her composure.

"Sixty percent," I said when she arrived at my side.

Emily nodded, acknowledging the compliment "It's not just me," she said.
"Don't let her good manners fool you. Dinah's more dangerous than she
looks. Here--check this out."

"Come here," she ordered Dinah, who hesitantly stepped forward. Her hand
shot out and took the girl by the scruff of the neck, and ignoring her
squeaks, tugged her over to the face the bound boy on the board. "Hands
against the frame, ass out." Emily ordered.

Dinah hurried to comply. Bent over, her face was about level with the
bound boy's genitals. Grinning, Emily reached around, unfastened Dinah's
shorts, and tugged them down, immediately followed by her underwear.
Firm, broad, flawless cheeks, generously sprinkled with dark freckles,
were exposed. "Aww!" Emily cooed. "The pretty bruises I gave you last
week are all gone! I'll have to swat you a little harder next time, huh?"

Dinah swallowed audibly. "Yes, sir."

"This is a dangerous ass all by itself," Emily said to me, "but watch
this:"

She ran her fingernails down one cheek, provoking squirms and shudders
as Dinah struggled to remain in position. Over the next few seconds,
raised pink welts appeared in parallel lines where Emily's fingers had run.

"Pretty!" I said admiringly.

"That's just the beginning of this little fuckmonkey's bag of tricks."

"Fuckmonkey!?"

Emily shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, fuckmonkey."

"That's a terrible word!" I sputtered.

"It's fun to say", she insisted, her fingernails tracing over Dinah's
lower back, leaving curving pink trails behind.

"It is not," I insisted.

"Try saying it a few times."

I rolled my eyes, but complied. "Fuckmonkey, fuckmonkey, fuckmonkey."

"More."

"Fuckmonkey, fuckmonkey, fuckmonkey.
Fuckmonkey-fuckmonkey-fuckmonkey-fuckmonkey-fuckmonkey. Fuckmonkey!"

"Well?"

I hesitated.

"Well?"

"Okay, it's pretty fun to say."

"I know what I'm talking about," Emily said smugly, then turned her
attention back to Dinah.  She reached her hand between her bare legs and
the younger girl moaned at the touch.  "Damn, you're wet, girl! " she
exclaimed.

"I... was having fun with Jason." Dinah mumbled, her face pressed
against her former victim's belly. "

"I'll bet." The muscles in Emily's forearm flexed, and Dinah cried out.
Then Emily withdrew her hand, fingers shining.

"Feel this, Vinnie, " she said, gesturing to the intersection of thighs
and buttocks where her own hand had penetrated."

"Um..." I hesitated."

"Go ahead. Dinah doesn't mind, do you sweetheart?"

"Um, Nuh--" the girl began, before her mouth was stuffed with Emily's
wet fingers.

"Suck, girl, "Emily ordered. "We don't want you making too much noise
while Vinnie puts his hand in your gooey little hole."

Hesitantly, I stepped up, ran a hand over Dinah's cool, resilient
cheeks, then down into the heated furrow between them. She squirmed back
against my hand, apparently eager for the contact. I felt damp curly
hair, then found her slick little opening, and pressed a finger inside,
then two. She arched her back and bounced her hips against my hand eagerly.

"Okay," Emily said. "Now squeeze, Dinah."

Dinah arched her ass out a little further and moaned around the fingers
in her mouth. "Ow!" I said. "Holy shit!"

Emily giggled. "How'd you like to feel that on your cock?"

"I'm... really not sure." I admitted, withdrawing, with some effort, my
slightly sore knuckles from between Dinah's thighs.

"Well, you don't have to decide right now," Emily told me. "I have other
uses for you.

Dinah made a little moan of disappointment when Emily pulled her shorts
back up and reached around to snap them shut.

Emily cupped Dinah's chin. "I'll see you tomorrow at sailing class, right?"

Dinah nodded eagerly.

Emily took my hand and tugged me back towards the house.

"So you want to go to Game Night?" she asked me.

"You want to tell me what it actually is?"

"And ruin the surprise? C'mon. The mosquito lobby has promised me five
bucks for every person I persuade to go."

"You do make a compelling case...."

***

Flickering red light from tiki torches illuminated the crowd--largely
(like Tina) Yacht Club age, with some (like Emily and me) a little
older, and a few (like Emily's mom)substantially older. (Her dad had
begged off, claiming his ankle didn't like running around in the woods.)
Only the little phalanx of middies clustered around a little wooden
platform at one end of the clearing and the one officer in front of them
were in uniform, distinguished also by the glowsticks draped around
their necks. When we arrived, we'd each written our names on slips of
paper and dropped them into a box.

"What was that for?" I asked Emily.

"You'll see," she grinned. I had a guess.

The young man in the red shirt stepped up onto the platform and the
crowd noise subsided. "Okay, everybody!" he called. Next to him the
tight knot of middies scanned the crowd intently.

He reached into the box, swirled his hand around ostentatiously, and
pulled out a slip, which he squinted at in the fitful light. "Dinah
Moran," he called out.  A half dozen middies sprang forward, shoving
their way roughly into the crowd.  They disappeared from my line of
sight, and then there was a shriek and a dozen hands were pushing a
squirming body aloft.

"Dinah, do you consent to be our prey tonight?" the boy with the box
said, a little pompously.

"Um, yes," the lifted girl said, barely audible. At once the hands were
tugging at her clothes, untying her hiking boots, removing her glasses.
Her shirt was pulled up, her bra unfastened.  For a moment her face was
concealed, her arms bound in fabric as her breasts rolled about, her
nipples dark puckers in the cool night air. Her pants were jerked down
her hips.

In a moment, she was completely bare. Her socks were pulled back on, her
boots slipped over each foot, then painstakingly tied.  Her glasses were
gently slid back onto her face, and the middies lifted her and carried
her squirming bare form to the base of the platform, where she was set
onto her feet, dazed, flushed, hair askew.

The blond officer was already rummaging in the box again. I felt a
tightening in my throat as he scanned the next slip.

"Jamie Andrews!"

Again the middies plunged into the crowd, obtained consent, and stripped
their quarry, setting him down by Dana. The two nude youths glanced at
each other nervously before fixing their blushing faces on the ground.

"Emily Upham!" Suddenly the press of middies was beside me,  grabbing my
girlfriend and hauling her away. I shoved down a surge of inappropriate
anger and panic. Em could sure as hell take care of herself.

"Emily, do you consent?" the boy asked, his tone notably more
respectful, even tentative.

"Fuck yeah," she called back, provoking a wave of laughter and a  few
scattered whoops.  "--But first you gotta catch me, Stubby." Amid more
laughter, the boy's lips tightened. Tina nudged my shoulder. "He kinda
hates that nickname," she whispered to me.

Set down, Emily looked by far the least naked of the three, hands
resting confidently on her slender hips as she winked broadly in my
direction.

More names were called, more audience members plucked from around us.
"Sarah Upham," said the boy. Middies were beside me again, lifting
Emily's mom into the air before my mind had time to make the connection.
Her assent was calm. Stripped, she managed to ride the middies' lifted
hands like a palanquin. Set down, she was looking straight at me.
Somewhere off to my left the boy called another name. Her breasts were
massive, round. They swayed heavily when she moved. The crowd jostled me
as the middies pressed in, grabbed someone, lifted them. Her eyes hadn't
left mine. She turned, displaying a magnificently broad round ass, still
gazing at me over her shoulder. Then she smiled, swaying her hips
slightly in my direction.

Emily leaned in towards her and said something brief, and she laughed.
The spell was broken and I was aware of my surroundings again. Now
mother and daughter were talking to each other in a low tone, giggling
and glancing back in my direction repeatedly. Feeling my face heat, I
repeated Oscar Wilde's dictum to myself: "There is only one thing in the
world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about."

Middies were tying little strips of black crepe-paper around each naked
person's neck.  "Any game who makes it to midnight without getting
caught will receive..." he paused significantly. "...a fifteen-dollar
gift certificate for Maria's Pizza and Subs!"

"Ooh!" said Tina. "It was only five dollars last year. I'd almost
consider avoiding being caught for that, if I was game this year."

"I particularly like their subs," she added.

I opened my mouth to ask a question, then thought better of it.

"Those who are caught will receive... well, I'm sure you guys can come
up with something." Stubby continued.

"Hunters, any game whose necklace you take is yours to enjoy. But be
sure to make it kind of vicious," he added, waggling a finger at the
crowd. "We had some reports last year of Game that wasn't made to
suffer. You need to give those guys some incentive to run, or this just
becomes another Saturday night orgy."

"Oh, Noes!" a heckler called out, to scattered giggles.

Stubby ignored the remark. "If this remains an issue, we're going back
to mandatory paddlings next year--it's inconvenient, but it keeps things
reliable.

"Now that's enough lecturing. Lets get this game started."

"Game," he said, addressing the naked beribboned cluster beside us.
"Ready.... Set.... Go!" and  a jostling mass of white buttocks
disappeared into the woods.

"I think my mom likes you," Tina confided to me.

"I think a bear shits in the woods," I replied.

"Ew!" she wrinkled her nose. "I hope not. At least not here. I don't
think there are any bears on Nantahack anyway."

On the podium, Stubby, eyes on his wristwatch, was slowly raising his
arm."Hunters..." he called out, "Go!" The crowd whooped and surged
forward. In a moment I was one of the few stragglers still in the clearing.

I stepped into the woods.  The wet smell of green growing things struck
me. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out flickering torches in several
directions, and the full moon cast enough light that I was soon able to
pick my way in relative safety. Crackling leaves all around me signified
people--hunters or hunted--moving about in the dark.

I heard a shriek off to my left, then the sound of a struggle, then a
steady counterpoint of smacks and moans. Cheers came from the woods
around me.

A little later, I emerged into a torchlit clearing and found myself face
to face with Mrs. Upham. She was standing at repose, watching me with a
little smile on her face.

I took a step forward. She took an equal step back, and her smile
broadened a hair.  I understood--she'd bent the rules as much as she was
willing, now I had to catch her.  My cock was swelling, rising at the
sight of her nude flesh, her confident, feminine stance. I gathered
myself to spring at her, and--

--was struck from behind and went down in a tangle of limbs. "Sorry,
sorry!" gasped a young male voice by my ear. Elbows and knees flailed
dangerously around me as he scrambled to rise again. Tina bounded into
the clearing, breathing heavily, just as he managed to make it to his
feet. She sprang forward, tackling him to the ground once more,  barely
missing landing on top of me.

"Thanks, Vinnie" she gasped, struggling to pin him. "I--uh--almost lost
him there. Hah!" the last triumphant shout coming as she managed to grab
his crepe garland and rip it from his neck.

The boy beneath her slumped in defeat. She stood, took him by his
shaggy  hair, and pulled him, none too gently, to his feet, then looked
him up and down appraisingly. He was a good half-foot taller than she,
slender, with faint tufts of dark hair around his nipples.

"This is Jamie" she announced to me, her hand still gripping his hair.
"Isn't he pretty? I've been wanting to get my hands on him for a while."

Like her, his face was flushed, his breath still quick from the chase
and struggle. His cock, already a little swollen, twitched at her
announcement.

"Uh, sure," I said. "I'm no connoisseur of manflesh, but he looks lovely."

"What should I do to you?" she said to him. "So many yummy options I can
barely choose."

Standing beside him, she released his hair and twisted his hands around
to the small of his back, holding them there with one hand. "First I
think I'll get you hard..."  One of her hands slid up the inside of his
near thigh. "...then I'll keep you that way while you please me." With
each pulse of his heartbeat, his cock thickened a little. "Keep you
dreaming of the feel of my hot little mouth on this lovely head," she
said, and flicked  her tongue across one nipple, simultaneously tracing
his cock's corona with her fingertips. It was rigid now, his hips
flexing to try to get more contact with her teasing hand.

"Very good!" she told him and slapped at his cock so that it bobbed
about. "Now get down on the ground. I want to use your mouth."

He looked at her, confused. "Down!" she insisted, and shoved at him. He
fell onto his hands and knees, and she looked about the grassy clearing,
picked a likely fallen log, and sat down on it. She kicked off her
Birkenstocks, and wiggled her toes. "Come here, Jamie," she said. "Time
for some toe-sucking."

He crawled to her. "Good slutboy," she told him. "Left foot first."
Hesitantly, he bent down, then took her big toe in his mouth. His cheeks
hollowed. "Look up," she ordered. His eyes met hers. "That's it," she
said. "Just like that.

She leaned back and sighed with pleasure, and finally turned her
attention back to me.

"You wanna share him?" she asked me, and her eyes gleamed "You did help
me with the catch. And I'd love to see Jamie take a good fucking!" He
whimpered around his mouthful of girl-toe. "Hush," she scolded him, and
batted at his face lightly with her other foot. I noticed that his hips
were gently rocking against the ground.

"No thank you," I said. "Looks like you have him well in hand already."

"Spoilsport. You'll stay and watch, though?" she pouted. "I'd like that."

"Sure." I said. "At least for a little while."

I sat down crosslegged against a treetrunk, and watched Tina feed Jamie
one foot and then the other, arching her toes apart so he could run his
tongue between, stretching his mouth open with her two big toes, while
her hand unfastened the fly of her cargo shorts and crept inside. The
breeze brought scents of pine, honeysuckle, ocean,  and citronella. From
other quarters of the woods I could see faintly flickering torches
through the trees, hear running, slapping, distant moans and shrieks
both male and female.

She stood and grinned down at him through a curtain of stray hair that
had come loose from her ponytail. "Pull my shorts off now," she told
him. "Underwear too. Now bring that clever mouth up here."

He shuffled forward on his knees, and was about to bury his face between
her legs, when she stopped him. "Not so fast, eager boy. First kiss my
thighs. Good. Now lick here." She traced the line where her inner thigh
met her groin, and a moment later his tongue followed the same path.
"Ye-e-e-ess," she breathed, "Now stop."

Shuddering, he fell back onto his knees.

She took his head in her hands and pushed. "Down," she ordered more
firmly, and he complied.

She threw herself on the ground, lying back in the thick grass of the
clearing,  spreading her legs wide and beckoning him down once more. One
hand was behind Jamie's head, pulling it up between her legs. "Oh,
yeah!" she said, "get that tongue up in there! Nasty boy! That's
it--nice and slow."

One hand pushed her t-shirt up, and her fingertips traced lightly over
the points where her nipples strained against her sports bra. She looked
over at me. "Kiss?" she said.

I got up and came over, brushed a strand of curly hair away from her
face, and kissed her, sucking on her lower lip as she groaned into my mouth.

I scooted down and mouthed her fabric-covered breasts. "Yeah, yeah!" she
said, beginning to bounce her hips rapidly. "Bite!"

I bit gently at her fat nipple, then a little harder as she groaned her
approval between clenched teeth. Soon her bouncing hips accelerated
further, then slowed as she jerked and cried out, Jamie groaning in
pleasure or discomfort as she clamped her thighs around his head.

After she came, she turned to me and smiled happily. "Mmm, thanks," she
murmured, and her lips brushed mine. Then she used her grip on his hair
to pull Jamie up on top of her, his face flushed and shining. "Such a
good boy," she purred, and kissed him deeply, then reached between them
to grip his rigid cock in her fist. "Oh my God, you're so hard!" she
told him. "I think it's time for some fucking now. What do you think?"

He nodded eagerly.

She stood and led him over to a tree, where she guided him, to his
growing confusion, to lean forward, his hands against the broad trunk.
Then she winked at me, and took a little bottle of lube out of her
pocket, wet a couple fingers, and probed between the narrow cheeks of
his ass.

Her other hand reached around to his cock and began slowly tugging at
it. "Any boy with an ass as cute as yours has got to expect to be
buggered from time to time. It's just irresistable," she cooed into his
ear while he whimpered and squirmed. She stroked him slowly and firmly,
watching his face with a delighted smile and slowly easing two fingers
into his ass. "Such a lovely thick cock," she said. "You want to come so
bad, don't you, Jamie?"

He hesitated, then nodded, blushing.  Her hand accelerated on his cock.
Her knuckles ground against the cheeks of his ass. "You want to squirt
while we watch you?" she teased him. "You know I'm gonna make you lick
it all up off my hand if you do..."

He arched forward, sucking air between his teeth, and she immediately
withdrew her hand, running it up his belly to lightly stroke his
nipples. "...but not yet," she said in a honeyed voice. "you're just too
much fun to tease, sweet boy." Jamie whimpered plaintively.

Tina ran her fingertip over the slit in Jimmy's cock, scooping up a
thick drop of precome. She raised the hand to his mouth. "Suck," she
ordered him, and he took her fingers into his mouth, cheeks hollowing.
Her hand then returned to his cock, and she continued stimulating him,
taking care not to let him come, despite (or because of) his
increasingly desperate noises.

With Tina's attention consumed by Jamie, I slipped off into the woods,
eager now for victim of my own to vent my accumulated excitement on.

Shrieks and slaps  sounded from many directions as I made my way through
the darkness.  Unsure about the appropriateness of interrupting the
in-progress play of strangers, I tried to pick out what might be the
sounds of yet-uncaught Game. It wasn't easy.

With barely a sound, a slender figure dropped off a tree-branch in front
of me. It was Emily. She pressed me up against a trunk, and kissed me
hard, grinding her hips against my hard-on. "Hey, lover," she whispered.

"Aren't *I* supposed to be chasing *you*?" I asked her.

"No, silly, you're not. Tonight you should be hunting fresh meat."

"I dunno,"  I said. "The Great White hunter's starting to think he
should maybe stick to GORP."

"Don't give up," she said. "the night's young." Then, in a whisper:
"And Dinah Moran is hiding in that tree over there. And I happen to know
she thinks you're a hottie."

I quietly absorbed that information. "Did you manage to make Stubby find
you?" I asked.

She laughed. "Oh, yeah. You'll see the bite marks in the morning. He's
so cute when  he's mad."

"Well, I'm--"

Nearby, footsteps approached.

"Bye, sugar." Her lips brushed mine, and she was off before I could respond.

I watched her pert little ass appreciatively as she bounded into the
mottled dark of the deep woods. Gosh, what a sweetie!

The footsteps wandered off in another direction.

I got up feeling energized, and looked around for a moment. Then I
trotted off, past Dinah's tree, out of the clearing. Behind a broad
trunk I froze and waited. If my deception was successful, she'd think I
was well gone now. A minute later, she slowly made her way to the
ground, Her plump little ass stuck out appealingly as she she hesitantly
clambered from branch to branch. For a moment I entertained fancies of
grabbing her immediately, playing with her exposed parts while she clung
to the branches to keep from falling. But instead, I held still.

Once on the ground, she paused for a moment, almost within arm's reach.
I could have jumped her then, but it didn't seem sporting.

She stepped into the middle of the clearing, head darting about
nervously. An idea struck me: I bent down and found a good-sized pebble,
then threw it into a bush on the far side of the clearing.

She started, then bolted towards me, trying to escape the fancied
pursuit behind her. Grinning, I reached out my arms, and grabbed her as
she went by, eliciting a breathless shriek as we tumbled down onto the
grass, her on her belly, me straddling her, with my erection pressed up
against that delectable behind.

She struggled feebly against me, her compact body squirming and
writhing, her sweet ass sending shivers of pleasure up my spine as she
inadvertently (I think) ground against my cock. I held her waist fast
until her struggling subsided a bit, her torso heaving beneath me as she
gasped for breath. "Now," I whispered in her ear, bringing my hand to
her throat, "I believe I get to claim my prize."

"What--?" she said. "Who--?" She twisted hard, trying to get a look at
my face, but I held her fast. I found that I kind of liked the idea of
being an anonymous cock and pair of hands for now.

She yelped as one of those hands twisted, drawing the paper tight around
her neck for a moment, before it tore and I wadded it up and stuffed it
into my pocket.

I pinned her hands over her head.  "Now. Lets see what I've caught." My
other hand slid down her heaving flank to the smooth expanse of her
bottom.  Her ass was at least as tempting now as it had looked when she
was climbing from the tree.  "I'm gonna spank you now, Dinah," I
whispered. "You can make as much noise as you like, but you're not to
move your hands from where they are now. Do you understand?"

She hesitated a moment, then nodded. She hadn't finished her nod when
the first blow hit her. She sucked air through her nose, squeaked a bit.
"Good girl," I told her.

I struck the other cheek a little harder. Her hands clenched into fists,
and her ass waggled from side to side.  Another blow connected and she
yelped. Cheers answered us from several directions in the forest. She
buried her face between her arms in embarrassment. A few more, and then
I probed between her legs. Ah hah!

"You. Are. Soaking." I told her.  I held my fingers in front of her
face. "See?"

Dinah surprised my by darting forward and taking my fingers into her
mouth and sucking avidly, her mouth as startlingly hot as her cunt.

"Turn over," I said, and nudged her. She flipped onto her back. I
brushed a few blades of grass and little twigs off her plump little
tits, then my hand lingered, squeezing and stroking.

Dinah got her first clear view of me. "Mister Te--I mean, Vinnie!" she
gasped.

"That's right. Looks like you managed to seduce me after all. Good job
there."

I squeezed one soft breast, the nipple tightly puckered in the cool
night air. I tugged a bit and she squealed and tried to tug her hands
out of my grip, rolling from side to side.

"Lovely sensitive tits," I said. My hand moved up. "Pretty lips.." I
pressed her chin downward. "Open," I ordered, more sternly. I kissed her
then, flicking my tongue at her lips for a moment, then shoving my mouth
against hers, holding her open to take me on. I pulled back.

"Oh," she said.

Now my hand sought downward, stroking her thighs for a moment, then
gliding through the broad patch of thin fur on her mound.  Her mouth
opened wide as my hand dropped between her legs. "Your lips are so
swollen," I said, delighted.

She nodded almost imperceptibly.

Straddling her torso, I shuffled up until her face was level with my
groin and ground the bulge in my shorts against her face. "Open my
pants," I demanded, my voice ragged. When she had my cock out, she took
it in one hand and rubbed her cool cheek against it.

"You want to be a good little cocksucker for me?" I said.

"Uh huh," she breathed.

"Show me."

Her hand tightened on my shaft, and she brought her mouth down over the
head. I groaned, letting her work her magic on me.  She was soft and
eager, and soon I was in danger of coming in her mouth, but that wasn't
in my plans. I stood and kicked my shorts off hastily. "Ass up, Dinah, "
I ordered. "You're gonna get fucked now."

She scrambled onto her knees, watched over her shoulder with wide eyes
as I shuffled up behind her. I reached down and found the mouth of her
cunt, hot and slick. I pressed the head of my cock against it. "Oh!" she
said.

Being a gentlemen and all (when it suits me), I tried to start out slow,
but I was so turned-on, and she was wriggling her ass so appealingly,
that it wasn't long before I was pounding at her, my hands at her waist
slamming her back against me with every stroke. Each time I shoved my
cock home, she would wail as she braced herself to withstand my
onslaught. I reached down  and gripped her hair, then pulled her head
back, so her back was arched, her arms rigid. I gnawed at her neck as I
fucked her, and she moaned helplessly.

Out of the corner of my eye, a floating green oval in the forest
resolved into a middie with a glowstick around his neck. He crouched
down to get a look at the girl beneath me. "Hey, Dynamo," he said,
"Looks like you managed to  get yourself caught."

"Tim, he--ah, ah, ah---tricked me!" Dinah protested, while I continued
to pound the shit out of her.

"Dynamo?" I said, intrigued.

He grinned at me. "Yeah. 'cause once you get started, there's no
stopping her. You'll see."

He leaned forward. "Hey, want to know a trick?"

"Sure," I said.

He pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket and held it out. I extended
one hand, and he poured a few drops onto my fingertips. "Rub that into
her asshole." he stage-whispered.

"Tim!"she protested, "That's--aaaooooooohh! Oh my God!"

I cried out in answer as her internal muscles gripped my cock.

And that was just from the contact of my fingers--I hadn't even
penetrated her ass yet yet.

Tim chuckled set the lube bottle down carefully beside us, and leaned
down to kiss Dinah on the cheek. "Have fun, guys," he said, and
disappeared again.

I turned my attention to working my little playmate's asshole, eliciting
an impressive menagerie of shrieks, groans, and whimpers as one, then
two, then three fingers found themselves  stretching that clenching
little rim. Each thrust of my painfully hard cock produced a clench in
her sphincter that squeezed my bunched fingers together.

I popped my cock out of her, and Dinah whimpered, squirming her ass back
to try to find it again,  incidentally impaling her asshole further on
my hand. I gripped her waist while I slowly pulled my fingers out.

With an extra dollop of lube from the bottle on my already-slick cock, I
pressed the swollen head against her little knot of muscle.  "You ready
to get buggered now, Dinah?" I asked her.

"Uh-huh," she breathed, squirming in little circles against my cockhead.

"What do you say?" I prompted.

"P-p-please?"

"Please what?"

"Please, sir?"

I chuckled.

She tried again: "Please fuck my aa--aa---aooooh!" her voice rose into a
cry as I slowly pressed her open until the head of my cock was lodged
inside.

Her hand was at her cunt now, rubbing furiously.  Before I was
completely inside her, she was calling out, her ass clamping down on me
as her whole body went rigid. She gulped for air for a moment
afterwards, then found her voice. "More?" she said. And I finished my
stroke, pushing into her, until my belly was pressed against her, with
her rapidly-working fingers brushing my balls. "More!" she demanded, and
I started working my cock inside her. "Yes, yes, yes," she sobbed,
rocking back to meet each short stroke. I increased the force and length
of my fucking until, sooner than I'd expected, my own voice rose to meet
hers as my fingers dug into her hips and I spent myself inside her bowels.

When my head cleared, I noticed that we'd attracted a small audience.
One boy with light, curly hair stepped forward, tugging his shorts down.
"D'you mind?" he asked me cheerily, offering a hand up.

I took his hand instinctively, not sure what etiquette called for me to
say, and he helped me to my feet.

"More, please?" Dinah said, her eyes on him as she waggled her elevated
ass, a dribble of my come running down one of her thighs. He kicked off
his shorts, got down on his knees, and, with no preliminaries, entered
her rather roughly. "Oh, yes, oh, yes!" she chanted as he began to fuck
her ass.

Feeling a bit of a fifth wheel, I began to gather my discarded clothes,
when Dinah's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist with surprising force,
tugging me down face-to-face with her. She kissed me hard, hungrily,
still crying out into my mouth  as her ass was steadily fucked. Her face
was hot and damp, her mouth wet and very, very eager. Then she put her
head down between her arms and began to come again. The boy in her ass
looked like he was getting close already, and two nearby boys were
playing rock-paper-scissors, presumably for the on-deck position. As I
got up, a small woman in round glasses and a tanktop sat down in front
of her and spread her bare legs wide, revealing a luxuriantly
brown-furred cunt.  She cupped Dinah's chin. "Hey, sweetie," she said.
"I'm gonna put that noisy little mouth to some use now."

"Hello, Mrs. Starnows--" Dinah began, but I didn't learn the rest of the
older woman's name because she had pulled Dinah's face down and wrapped
firm thighs around her head, sighing with pleasure as the girl's mouth
went to work.

I sat down in sight of the orgy in progress, and suddenly noticed that I
was very tired. I leaned my head against a fallen log. Apparently the
latter part of the Game was well underway throughout the field--I could
hear distant groans, slaps, shrieks from a half-dozen locations around us.

My eyes closed. The cries around me  rose and broke and rose again like
surf noises, counterpointed by the rustling of wind in the leaves and
the humming of the cicadas.

I opened my eyes. I was on my side. The torch was guttering, about to go
out. Dinah, nude and sticky, was curled up against my chest, breathing
contentedly. I put an arm around her, brushed my lips against her neck,
and she murmured happily. I drifted off again.

A warm female body was on top of me, a mouth was nuzzling at my throat.
"Hey, Dinah," I said sleepily.

The mouth bit down. I yelped and my eyes shot open. "Bad boy!" Emily
mumbled with her mouth still clamped on my neck. The torch had gone out,
we were alone in the clearing.

"Oops." I said.

Apparently forgiving me, she kissed me warmly on the lips. "Game over,
sleepyhead. Lets go home.

We stopped at the main clearing to collect Emily's clothes, then headed
home,.Walking back hand-in-hand., we told each other about our
adventures. When we got home, we showered briefly and collapsed into bed
together.

The next morning, I awoke to find that Emily had already left to teach a
sailing class.  She got home while I was making myself some lunch, and
handed me a little blue envelope.

"From Dinah," she told me.

"What is it?"

"I dunno--but I *think* it's a thank-you note."


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