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   HIKING
   By
   Marc
   The man that was there admiring woman in short shorts, miniskirts and
bikini's strolled back and forth at the camping site.  Kathy had seen him
close bye at the rock concert.
   Now he was moving around the camping area, searching for something or
someone.  He was accompanied by a very macho looking man with broad
shoulders, large well developed chest and arms.
   Kathy, brunette over shoulders 5'4" 34b and Susan were camping in a
small tent close to the pleasure island concert area.  The gig was over,
time to leave the island.
   They were taking down their tent and packing their belongings, giggling
and talking.  The subject was simply: men, men, men and what to do with
them.  Finally, they were seated on a blanket and enjoying their early
morning camping breakfast.  The day promised a nice weather with a lot of
sun and a high temperature.
   The chicks had sobered up from the night cruising bars after the
concert. It had been fun, but unfortunately, no sex.  The guys who's half
unbuttoned shirts and tight jeans displayed themselves for hopefully
responding females had caught their attention.
   Kathy said, "There was one man in one of the bars that was doing
himself. He didn't mind me looking.  Guess what, when I was looking in his
direction, he unzipped, fished out his too.  His cock rose with pleasure
and he giggled as he began to play with it." She explained.
   Susan said, "What?  In the club?  In front of you.  Why didn't you tell
me?"
   "I guess you were out dancing.  I could see his cock was rock hard while
sitting next to him.  But it was hidden for the rest of the crowd." Kathy
continued.  "Young men have their way to do it even in the public."
   "Did he cum?" Susan inquired.
   "Your hands will bring pleasure to both yourself and to me, he insisted.
The jerk wanted me to finish him off." Kathy said.
   Susan was stunned by the incident.  Such things happens, she thought. 
Susan felt she couldn't sit still and her pussy seemed to drip at the
slightest hint of sexual thought or the contact of the grass she was
sitting on.  She seemed to go into sexual overdrive when the two men looked
and spoke to her.
   Five minutes later, the hunks approached Kathy's and Susan's little
camp. They were taking down their tent.  Planning to leave to the mainland
by the next ferry.  But there was a lot of people.  Their scheduled
departure would be late in the afternoon.
   The two men approached them and said, "Hello, are you planning to take
the ferry to the mainland?  Would you like to have a lift?  We have a boat
waiting in the harbor."
   The chicks couldn't thinking of anything dirty.  "Why not, it might be a
good idea." Susan said.  "What do you think, Kathy?"
   They looked at each other and nodded.  "Okey, it's a deal if you help to
carry our stuff."
   Susan and Kathy noticed, the shorts showed a bulge between his legs of
mammoth proportions.  Not a bad sign.  The tour would take about an hour.
Anything could happen.  The other one was more outspoken but also good
looking.  A struck of luck, the girls thought.
   On the boat, they were introduced to more men.  They welcomed Kathy and
Susan on board.
   Kathy was a little nervous.  I could masturbate to the thought of him
fucking me with his enormous tool, she thought about the man with a big
bulge in his shorts.  She couldn't stop thinking about what he could do to
me with his dick.  She was fantasizing about a hard cock, ten inches long
and two and a half inches in diameter with veins running very thick all
through it.  Kathy hadn't been screwed for a while.  There was this ever
present itch in her pussy.
   "I have been having these strange feelings that our boat trip to the
mainland isn't going as it should," Susan whispered to Kathy.  They
accepted a boat ride from the pleasure islands rock concert and their small
camp was quickly assembled and carried over to the big boat by four
gentlemen.
   "No privates out, no nipples, keep it clean!" Informed a big sign at the
entrance of the beach.  They had been joking about the sign.
   "What kind of feelings?" Kathy asked.  She wasn't sure herself either.
   When they got on board, Susan and Kathy just naturally took seats
together.  It soon appeared, they would be traveling with a big team of
men. The beginning of the intended one our sea-trip was uneventful.
   They were not moving towards the mainland, but instead approaching
another island.  What on earth was happening?  Two young women on a big
boat navigated by nice looking guys.  It appeared, there was more than four
of them on the boat.  More men appeared one by one from the cabins.
   To scared to ask for details, they accepted beer to drink and
sandwiches. The journey at the sea continued.
   A man in his thirties, approached them with more beer and snacks.  Susan
stood up and looked at him a little nervously.  "Could you kindly tell us,
where are we heading?  The mainland isn't in this direction."
   He smiled.  "Don't worry, we're going to take good care of you."
   Kathy and Susan looked at each other.  "Taken good care of...What does
it mean?"
   "We had a meeting during the concert and were watching you.  Decided,
that you would be the perfect match with our team that is planning to
explore the island we are approaching." He said.  "It's in your interest to
cooperate with us."
   Another man joined the conversation.  This is a tour exploring group
dynamics in situations where people don't know each other in advance and
have to cooperate for the best possible result." The man undid his belt and
zipper, pulled his trousers and undershorts down to his knees.  He had a
meaty cock!
   "Are we guinea pigs, some kind of research objects?" Kathy intervened.
"This sounds more like a kidnapping." The situation was weird, Kathy
couldn't help but smile.  This was so perverse.  "Are you going to rape
us?"
   Suddenly Susan noticed a familiar face.  She had seen him in the pub
while Kathy and herself had been speaking about their submission fantasies
over several pints of beer.  The man had been watching them from close
distance.  "Kathy," Susan whispered, "do you remember that big man over
there?"
   She turned her head.  "Yes, it's that freak from the pub."
   Seeing the look of disbelief on Kathy's face, Susan explained.  "We
spoke and giggled about the possibility of being sold or auctioned, taken
away, abducted by a group of horny men.  They would teach us to submit
ourself to their needs.  We fantasized about being sex slaves, sex toys and
pleasure machines and would get all the cock we ever dream about."
   "This isn't the middle ages," Kathy responded.  "Things like this can't
happen." She reflected back to incident in the pub.  The man had in fact
gotten hard, and had maybe he thought Kathy hadn't noticed.
   Her blunt comment wasn't quite appreciated by the male audience
gathering around them.  The group was quiet.  A man was looking at them
higher up on the deck.  Susan noticed his staring and realized that he'd
bee sneaking the two females up skirts.  His dick was standing rock hard
inside his swim wear.  He just stood there.
   Kathy had looked at him out of the corner of her eye, grinning and
coloring slightly.  "You like looking at my tits?" That same man, standing
on the deck, had been trying to look down her blouse as she bent down to
take her cell phone from her bag.
   Then she glanced down, looking directly at his crotch in a way that he
had to know that's what she was staring at.  "You big man, I must have been
putting on quite a show.  Looks like seeing a little cleavage and boobies
is making you hard."
   What was going on?  Kathy took a look at him again.  They had spoken
about him with Susan, how he was trying to will his erection away and only
making it worse.  He finally gave in and discreetly adjusted it so that it
pointed straight up and was less noticeable.
   Susan continued to play on the string.  "Who has the biggest one you've
seen?" She had inquired in the pub?
   Kathy told about a boyfriend, "Anyway, he had one that was huge!"
   "What happened to him?" Susan asked.
   "Competition, I guess, Kathy responded, men with big tools tend to get
married.  Chicks are wild for them and sooner or later they get out from
the free market, which is a pity." They both giggled.
   "They should be shared," Susan said.  "We need a pool, a free market,
open for those in need." They laughed.
   He'd been there for at least 15 minutes before a new guy came up and
occupied his position.  Five minutes later the guy unzipped and pulled his
dick out.  His dick wasn't huge, but it was sizable enough for any woman to
enjoy.
   Kathy and Susan glared at each other.  The situation was weird.  Mini
skirts and short shorts are the one thing about summer they loved wear the
most!  Kathy knew that Susan loved occasionally to go out without panties.
She too, had decided not to have them on.  It was kind of fun to have guys
watching on the ferry, she thought.
   They are both young, good looking, slim and small, both shaven, pussy
lips puffy and dark pink, clits just peeping, tits firm and pert.  Susan
was excited, quivering, wanting to get back home.  They had some nice
experiences during the concert but they didn't make it to serious fucking
or relationship.  The weekend had been fun.
   Susan spotted a new engorged cock and the man was actually rubbing his
palm against the tented boxers.  His action was not without purpose.  He
started to gain strength and penile length.  He reached down and began
masturbating himself.
   The leader of the group said something and grabbed his engorged groin
with his free hand, squeezing the throbbing contents and grinning more
broadly.  "Let me show you something," he said and continued to rub.  As he
rocked his stiff penis back and forth, the girls were lost in the
translation.  They weren't overwhelmed by this new sexual thrill.
   Susan and Kathy had fantasized about and event like this before but
never, ever felt that he would actually take part in an orgy and here in
the moving boat they were in the middle of it.
   Susan blushed and looked into her lap as she suddenly felt her cheeks
redden.  A quiet man on her left side , started to unzip his trousers and
pulled out his warm, thick penis, but he gave no indication to Susan or
Kathy, other than by keeping his thick penis hard and erect, that the
females had an effect on him.
   She stood up.  "What are you guys doing?" There was a man behind her. 
He lifted her short skirt to expose her bottom and, kneeling, positioned
himself behind her, spreading her legs.
   It took me a moment to realize what it must be.  "No, wait a moment!"
Susan said.  "This isn't fair." What else could she say?
   He seemed to be enjoying it too, because she heard little moans of
pleasure coming from his lips.
   The engine finally died as the boat approached the island.  They would
have to walk through the water while there the boat had to be anchored two
hundred yards away from the shoreline.
   They were commanded to jump over board and start to swim and walk
ashore. Susan said, she wasn't a good swimmer.  Someone has to help me as
one after the other was jumping into the water.  There was a man reaching
up both his hands.  The water reached to his neck.  He said, "Please come
over board and I will carry you."
   Strong arms grabbed Susan.  They started to move slowly towards the
shoreline.  He was gently holding here around her waist.  When they got
closer, he grabbed her in his arms.  She felt his strength and one of his
hands slipped between her legs.  Susan wasn't prepared.  His index finger
slipped easily into her slippery pussy.  The wetness wasn't caused by
seawater only.  They were moving slowly.  He continued to play with her
pussy.  First, not a word was spoken.
   He squeezed her firm, naked little ass and ran his fingers up between
her legs from behind, giving her juicy, wet pussy a little feel up.  It
started like an accidental slip.  It was more than natural.  It wasn't easy
to carry her in the deep water.
   Kathy tried to see where Susan was and was relieved seeing her in the
arms of a man.  Susan didn't struggle, Kathy thought, she was taken care
of. That was indeed true.
   Both women were completely disorientated and forgot where they were and
had little or no idea about what would happen to them.  There was no escape
routes and fuzzy ideas crossed their minds.
   Susan wasn't able to control her sensitivity and now in the arms of this
man she willingly showed her sensitivity.  His fingers exploring her
wetness served as a reminder of the need in her cunt.
   Then she heard a dreaded sound.  Kathy was shouting on the shore.  The
woman was angry.  A man had suggested her to take off her soaked clothes.
"No way," She said.  "I've seen what kind of jerks you guys are."
   "What were you planning to do with us?" Susan looked at the man carrying
her.  They were the last persons in the water and had still some hundred
yards to go.
   Kathy sat holding the skirt and she looked very angry.  She looked down
at her feet and stuttered.  The wet clothes made her feel cold.
   "I command you to take off your clothes, Kathy!" The man from the pub
said with a strong voice.  "We've to dry our clothes before the sun-set."
   She couldn't believe it and though it humiliated her to do so, she bared
herself to the men gathered around her.
   Strangely, Susan was thrilled instead of mortified by the prospect of
being naked and admired by the men.  She didn't believe her own thoughts.
Oh no, she was ready to comply so easily.  Susan gasped as she felt the man
skilfully playing with her pussy.  She gasped with pleasure and shuddered
at the thought of anyone else seeing her in such a manner.
   "Take off your clothing!" The man said again.  "This is an order."
   Kathy's eyes grew wide and she gasped, "No fucking way."
   Susan's gentleman was still keeping her in his arms.  As they were
stranded, he pulled her cunt lips apart and the men gathering around them
groaned as they saw her exposed pink interior.
   "Looks good," one of them said.
   "Don't you dare do that," Susan said ashamed of her exposure and even
more by the fact that she loved the attention.  Her face turned pale both
from anger and from embarrassment.  "You're exposing me like a piece of
meat." She said.  He lifted her upside down.  In his strong arms her petite
body was like a puppet.  Her head was dropping down to the level of his
crotch.  Susan felt his tongue probing her open cunt.  It felt too good. 
The man was tonguing her.
   He said, "Please, fish out my cock and start sucking." There was
something in his voice that made her do as he said.  Her hands moved inside
his pants and she easily found the semi-hard slong.
   Susan didn't know if I could handle a dick his size, but she was in no
position to fight it.  She had mixed feelings about the audience.  "No,
please, I don't want, I don't wan..." She slowly moaned as her mouth opened
and the monster head passed her lips.
   Moments later, as she felt the thick engorged head of his donkey dick
find her mouth, Susan moaned as she reflexively began gulping the prick in
her mouth.  Slow at first, he slid it in and out.  Susan wanted to scream,
he was sucking her pussy so good.  With one hand, she fed the throbbing
member down her throat.
   From a distance, Kathy witnessed the episode further away.  There were
men gathered around Susan and the man.  It was evident that Susan was
giving head to the big hunk and she wasn't doing it against her will.  The
way she moved made it clear that she was enjoying, so did the man, too. 
His tongue stroking her swollen clit felt so damn good.
   Marque couldn't resist anymore.  He let loose a massive load.
   Within a few seconds the man's massive cock was shooting the biggest
load of cum Susan had ever felt in her mouth.  She was gulping and
swallowing madly as his thick, creamy sperm squirted down her pretty
throat. He moaned as another huge spurt filled her mouth.
   Don't be shocked, Kathy, I didn't mean to do it, but he was teasing my
pussy all the way from the boat, Susan was thinking.  It had taken him 15
minutes to swim and carry her.  Things happen, he was gentle to her.  She
needed his help.  Susan wasn't scared and his fingers had probed a moisted
hole.
   Susan began to struggle for air, her mouth full of cum and cock, pulled
the dripping shaft from her mouth, she was feeling extremely horny.  He had
licked her pussy all the time, but she was so busy performing that she
didn't get the time to concentrate for own orgasm.
   She tore off her tiny summer dress and spread her legs as wide as
possible, exposing her drooling pussy.  Susan flipped onto her belly and
thrust her now gaping cunt into the air.  She wanted to be taken doggy
style, but nothing happened.  Turned around again, spread her pussy lips
with her wet fingers.  She eyed the men gathered around her lustfully. 
What?  They were standing there, doing nothing.  What was wrong?
   She stared at the man she had sucked, his cock, lusting, wanting it more
than anything in the world.  The cock was now hanging limp out of his
pants. "Susan, you did a great blowjob, I needed it.  You're fucking good
at doing it.  But now listen carefully, some of these guys have
difficulties approaching women in a straight forward manner and begging for
sex.
   Some are sex addicts, frequent masturbators, but with very little or no
experience at all about how to please a woman.  Your job, Susan, is to
teach them." He said turned around and started to walk towards the tents
that was erected on the beach by the boats men that arrived with a boat and
lots of equipment.
   Susan looked up at the five men around her and stared deeply into their
eyes, looking at each one, one by one.  She was on fire.  Sill seated on
the ground, one of the men approached her stroked her hair and smiled.  Her
cunt was literally dripping, long streams of juice ran down her thighs, her
shaved lips were soaked.
   "I'll do anything to make your cocks happy" she said, staring deeply at
the crowd.
   Kathy knew fro what she had seen, there was no value in trying to
resist. With a little envy, she quickly got out of her clothes, and let
them all fall on the sandy beach.  When she stood in the middle of the men,
she said, "Are you happy now?  Is this what you wanted?" Six silent men
surrounded her.  Her right hand dropped to her pussy, rubbing her clit,
then pushing two fingers deep in her sopping cunt-hole.  "Do you guys enjoy
watching?" She said with pity in her voice.
   Jack gave her a smile and reached for a bottle of oil from his bag and
began to massage the sun-warmed liquid into Kathy's back.  His touch was
firm and confident, yet at the same time quite intimate.  She was beginning
to feel very turned on by his touch; it had been a long time since a man
had touched her.  She sneaked a look and could tell by the bulge in his
shorts that he was rather enjoying himself too.
   When Susan discovered her chance for a quick orgasm was out of reach,
she virtually collapsed on the sand.  She became more and more frustrated,
and her mind began conjuring up all sorts of lewd stories, visions and
fantasies, so that, even though she tried to rationalize, her body was
tortured with sexual frustration.  Her left hand stroked her very red and
swollen clit.  Her confidence was eroding rapidly.
   Kathy had seen the reflection in the pub mirror enough times to
recognize that he was now approaching her with a friendly smile on his
face. She also knew the expression of a man who was shooting his load. 
Susan had made it with the big hulk.  They weren't standing far away.  She
suddenly found herself strangely aroused, her pussy was dripping.  The
anguish, fear and weirdness of the situation increased her willingness to
submit herself.
   Susan and Kathy had often joked about women having an advantage over
guys when it comes to having sex.  "There's no limit," Susan used to say.
Kathy wasn't late to agree.  But they had never really got into a situation
where their theory had been tested in real life conditions.
   Kathy watched at the man from the pub unzipping his pants, he pulled out
a rapidly expanding cock.  "Let me introduce myself," he said and told to
the men gathered around them about their first pub encounter in Kathy's
hometown.  "My name is Jack." He said, directing his words to Kathy.
   "Jack!  that's right name for a man like you." Kathy said as her eyes
locked on the swelling head of his ten inch dick.
   Bitch, behave, I know you want this cock", Jack taunted, pumping his
cock slowly.  A blanket was placed on the sand.  Kathy thought, my time has
come.  There is no way out.  She closed her eyes.  This was the moment of
truth.
   Suddenly, the big man, Susan had sucked thirty minutes ago, returned and
told that lunch would be served at the camp, close to the tents.  Seeing
his cock had been so surprising.  Sucking it had been like a reward.  But
her pussy was begging for someone to take her, use her, fuck her.  Why
don't they fuck our brains out?  Susan was more than confused.
   It was a perfect sky and a perfect beach.  Golden sands and rocks
stretched as far as Susan could see to her right and to my left were rugged
cliffs.  The camp had been set up at a lovely Laguna.  The sun blazed down
on her skin, warming it.  She felt as absorbing the rays and becoming part
of the beach.
   It was a wonderful feeling, the heat of the sun and the warm summer
breeze caressing her bare skin.  A male voice behind her said `Would you
like something to eat?'
   Susan looked over her shoulder, trying not to reveal her horniness again
to see a wonderful tanned body standing behind her.  He was very good
looking and had a very broad grin on his face which told her he had already
had a right eyeful of her naked body, snatch and breasts.  She blushed but
thought `Why not!'
   - This is a story about being stripped naked, captured, and sold.
   - His massive dick coiled on the sleeping bag like a serpent.
   The feeling of being stretched by one of those huge cocks gathered
around the fire didn't leave Susan's mind during the lunch served by the
crew.  There was a big black man assisting with the cooking.  He was
wearing tight biker shorts.  There was a huge wet spot on his left leg.  He
had just gotten off, that was why his cock was so thick and wet!
   Kathy wasn't any better off.  She too was insatiable, seeking out new
sexual adventure from anyone she could find.  She didn't mind being naked
anymore.  The weather was nice and she loved the attention.  These men were
funny, they hadn't raped her, instead, they had massaged her for the last
thirty minutes on the big blanket.  She told Susan.  "They have been
rubbing sunscreen on my skin, massaging my muscles, teasing me, touching
me, but not a single man tried to get with his cock between my legs."
   As Kathy was eating her lunch, she thought about Jack who moved around
to kneel behind her head and made long strokes up and down her back, up and
down and caressing the sides of my breasts as he did.  This man is more
gentle than I first thought about him, Kathy reasoned and was enjoying
herself far too much to stop him.
   Before she knew it he was sliding his hands between her legs and
stroking her naked buttocks with his long strokes, up and down my back. 
Kathy realized that bottom was exposed but it felt so wonderful and didn't
object.  She was only vaguely aware of the rest of the beach but they
seemed so far away she wasn't bothered by them.
   He turned her around on her back.  Kathy's nipples hardened in the
breeze, Jack was getting a right eyeful, let alone the rest of the men
gathered around them!  He applied more oil which was now even warmer from
the sun, stroking up and down her torso but avoiding her breasts until she
was wriggling for him to touch them.  Slowly he cupped Kathy's breasts in
his hands, smoothing the wonderfully warm oil over them.  She was moaning
by this point and beyond caring about anything but what she was feeling.
   "Lunch break!" Someone called.  The fun had just started and she had to
wake up from her dreamy state of mind.  All she could feel was the sun
beating down on her breasts, the breeze cooling her erect nipples and his
strong hands massaging her body.
   When they walked towards the camp site kitchen, she grabbed his hand and
said, "I'm sorry for my behavior in the pub."
   They were eating.  It was warm.  Coffee and sweets were served.  Kathy
and Susan were sitting side by side.
   They were sitting in a semi-circle.  Most of them naked enjoying the
sun. A man moved close to Kathy.  "On behalf of this expedition, I would
like to thank you for your attitude.  We all hope this will be an enjoyable
journey.  Kathy and Susan, we don't want to harm you if you're flexible and
ready to play by the rules."
   She grabs his dick firmly in one hand, and he puts the palm of her other
hand on the head of his dick.  Kathy begins to slowly circle on the head,
polishing the mushroom.  Kathy continues polishing the glands, faster and
faster until she has him completely on edge.
   The speakers cock juts up into the air, hoping for something from Kathy
to let him cum.  She waits a long moment before assailing the cock again.
The crowd is watching.  Kathy spends several minutes slowly polishing,
keeping him close to the edge.  She stops and switches to stroking.  Fast,
pausing, long strokes, waiting, looking at him.  He stands there helpless
in front of her waiting for more.
   But Kathy don't want him to cum without permission.  She continues to
milk him.  "I know he wants this.  He is waiting for the permission to
shoot." Kathy told to the on-lookers.  "I'm in control hid dick now.  I'm
his Mistress, he too has to follow the rules." She said.
   Kathy is purposely making it hard for him to hold off.  Holding his dick
in her pretty hand, she begins licking on the lower side of his dick, from
about halfway up to the top, repeatedly.  The man has to try so hard to not
cum.  He begins moaning, his dick is ready to shoot his load into Kathy's
mouth.
   Kathy says, "Wait, you have to endure some more." He steps back, and his
body glistens with sweat.
   He then takes his destiny in his own hands, gives the cock a couple
quick strokes and gets a little faster and a little harder, getting it
ready to explode.  Susan intervenes.  "Stop stroking!"
   He stands there in front of Susan."He doesn't intend to touch it until
Kathy and I give him a permission.  He's to hold off, and this will test
this man's limits." Susan says.
   "Isn't he magnificent?" Kathy says.  "You can continue."
   His hand, ever so slowly, starts moving again.  This was madness! 
However, he enjoyed.
   "So how are you feeling?" Susan inquired.  "Please, come over, let me
help you to relax a little."
   His cock strained out from a bush of dark hair and Susan rose to her
knees before him.  She run her unusually long tongue about the man's cock,
sliding and licking at the throbbing shaft then twisting it about the
smoothly swollen head.  The crowd could see the Susan's lips curl about the
enormous cock as she sucked his prick into her mouth.
   Kathy looked at the scenery.  The head was swollen, very smooth and his
piss hole was dripping.  She had her thighs together and she felt her
clitoris swell, the lips of her cunt throbbing.  Kathy knew she was very
wet, she could feel the hot, slippery juices dripping along her thigh.  Her
eyes were selecting the next man from the crowd.
   He started to rock back and forth using her face as the final resort. 
Susan's fingers tightened about his cock and she closed her eyes in an
effort to hide her intense shame, joy and horniness.  She felt the man
working her hand on his prick, making her stroke it back and forth, jacking
him and sucking at the same time.
   When he turned loose her wrist, she continued to jack back and forth on
his cock, her palm burning with a moist heat, tingling at the touch of her
face-fucker's cock.
   Huge globs of cum dripped out of her mouth.  She swallowed and swallowed
the never-ending stream of cum.  Susan couldn't breath with the head of his
monster cock filling her throat.
   Kathy watched close bye how the creamy whiteness of his come juice
erupted from his piss hole, smearing Susan's shapely tits as he pumped
almost frantically.
   She could see his come juice splash into her mouth, upon her chin and
even her bottom lip.  Kathy's eyes became glassy as she watched the man's
cock gushing.  Next, Susan's tits were smeared with his come juice,
glistening wetly and still he came.
   When he finished, Susan's tits were covered with the sweet wetness of
sperm juice, some on her chin.  With a sudden cry of delight, she smeared
the slippery come juice about her flesh with eager fingers making sure she
coated her burning nipples too.
   Kathy, still gazing at the couple on her side, moved a hand between her
thighs and discovered her cunt was very wet from all the excitement.  It
was slippery with juices as she moved her finger lightly over the slightly
pulsating lips and firm clitoris.  "That was cool, guys, wasn't it?" She
shouted to the crowd.
   The day was bright and warm.  Susan's body was shaking and she was
acutely aware that her cunt was pulsating in a strong way.  She felt her
cunt lurch, her clitoris suddenly intensely swollen.  Her nipples became
larger, harder as the silent crowd stared at them.
   Marque followed the incident.  He could just see the puffy lips of
Susan's cunt and it caused his cock to pulsate hotly.
   Kathy wanted to have a chat with Jack.  He was sitting on a big rock, a
little further away from the crowd.  "How are things going?" Kathy asked.
She sounded a little nervous.
   "Why?  Oh God why have you done this to me and Kathy?".  She wailed.
   "You mean our meeting in the pub.  Things have moved on since then. 
True, I was humiliated by you, you made fun of my hard-on.  However, what
was important, Susan and you spoke about your fantasies and day dreams. 
When I spotted you two again chasing men at the rock-concert, I got the
idea and made a few phone calls to the sex addicts and masturbation freaks
clinic at pleasure island." Jack explained.
   "Are you using us for some kind of experiment?" Kathy's pulse raced. 
She realized her cunt was wet.  She wanted to be reasonable to the man, but
she also felt anger and despair.  "How long are you going to hold us here?"
   "Dear Kathy, come here." He embraced her, kissed her lips and neck
sucked her roughly, kneading her breast with his fingers at the same time,
arousing the poor woman wildly.  Her body quivered with wild sexual
excitement.
   But the instant his mouth freed her nipple she sank to her knees and
tore at his shorts.  She was afraid that if she let him continue, he would
be fucking her in seconds, and she would lose this chance to take his huge
monster of a cock into her mouth.
   Kathy was afraid about being interrupted again.  No lunch or coffee
break this time, she thought.  I have to get this man nailed, now.  She
wanted his hardness probing and piercing her body.
   "I want to suck you too, you know," she murmured, freeing his cock from
his shorts, pulling him down to the sandy shoreline.  She was looking down
at him with fear and crazy lust, her breasts throbbing, her large nipples
flaring, bulging, shiny and dark with engorged blood.
   She had forgotten herself the unnatural hugeness of his organ, a truly
gigantic cock that stood hard and magnificently tall, about ten inches, and
was nearly as thick as a salami.  She thought, he was very gentle.  The
incredible sexual sensation made her to continue.  Whatever size it would
grow, she would swallow.
   Kathy had a plan.  She knew how men loved it.  Within seconds, she held
his twitching meat between her breasts, smothering it with them, rolling
them over it, squeezing the iron-hard shaft between the smooth, warm
globes.
   "Jack, if you want to come?  You can shoot it in my face.  Spray all
over my breasts?  How would that feel?  Would you like that?"
   Then she took it into her mouth and toyed with the swollen head of his
prick for several minutes, licking and sucking him until Jack was groaning
and panting uncontrollably.
   Finally, when she knew that any more sucking would bring on a premature
explosion, she stopped and looked up expectantly at him.  Then, holding his
stiff cock and heavy balls in both hands, grasping them roughly, which
excited him further, she took the swollen head of his prick into her mouth
and began sucking him hard.
   Jack jerked and swiveled his hips in an attempt at providing additional
stimulation.  He pictured its blood-engorged head with the skin shiny and
stretched deep inside her throat.
   Some women's breasts were super-sensitive.  Men should stroke and caress
them, not squeeze them like oranges.  There was one of the addicts
approaching Susan from behind.  His mind was a whirl reviewing all the
hints and instructions.  This was very new to him.  He had been advised: It
was important not to hurry, work slowly, better for both man and woman. 
His only experience was about grabbing his cock and jerk like there was no
tomorrow.
   His fear was deep rooted.  All he had as a guide was his dirty fantasies
from porn movies, Internet and Magazines.  He thought, those would be
absolutely useless, Susan would never accept him.  His hands were shaking
and sweat was dropping down from his head on his chest.
   Susan could tell, this man was uncomfortable, uncertain about how to
start, nervous about not measuring up or he wanted being thought or
directed and so she took control.  "Careful," She said asking him to be
gentle.  "my tits are very sensitive."
   "Man that was some blow-job wasn't it?" Susan said and referred to
Kathy's performance.  "Sir, could give me a little massage, maybe rub some
of the knots out of me?" She continued.
   After a few minutes Susan lifted her head, asking him to massage her a
little harder.  "I won't break.  If you hurt me I'll let you know." She
didn't have to ask twice.  The man began pressing more forcibly.  "Bye the
way, what is your name, Strong man?"
   Mouth dry,"My name is Bill," he said and returned to his task.  There
was more confidence in his voice when he said, "I come from the Pleasure
Island.  They treat me for masturbation addiction." Little murmurs of
enjoyment that reached Susan's ears.
   "Are you comfortable with me here, or would you like us to take a walk?"
Susan said.  She wanted to have a look at him and learn more about the guys
participating in the this expedition.  "You wouldn't mind rubbing me when
we are out of sight, would you?"
   They rose and started to walk away from the main camp.  Curious eyes
followed them, but nobody made an attempt to follow them.  This wasn't a
prison camp.  Susan took his hand and they walked like two teen-agers.  He
wasn't much older, maybe 27 years.  Bill wasn't nude, he was wearing baggy
shorts.  The huge tent up-front indicated that he was might aroused.
   Susan saw the bulge in Bill's pants and knew she'd done a good choice.
"I guess, you're mighty proud of your manhood," She said and turned toward
him and watched at this crotch.  "Lots of woman would love to get in bed
with you.  What made you end up at the clinic?"
   "I was caught at work for masturbation several times." He said and was
ashamed.  "They said, your cock is always tenting.  Some of the chicks
deliberately teased me." Bill tried to explain.  "They mad me take it out
and then they laughed and said I should perform for them.  I had to stand
on a table.  There was a room full of ladies.  They told me what to do. 
When I spurted, they applauded."
   There had bee talk behind his back.  The management learned about it. 
Finally, a female vice president was ordered to question Bill for what he
had been doing.  When she learned that the colleagues were feeding him with
porn magazines and movies on the Internet to keep him in a constant state
of excitement, she thought it might be a good idea to send him to the
institute for wankers and porn addicts for rehabilitation.
   "Did she also want you to do it for her?" Susan asked.
   Billy told, how she was trembling all over, her little thighs quivering
enticingly in front of him when he took out his tool.  This single woman
had been questioning him for weeks and on a daily basis.  She too wanted to
see him doing it.
   The first time, she, the vice president was sitting in a chair.  She
spread her legs to show she didn't wear any panties.  Bill dropped his
pants, laughing at how she stared at his erect tool.  "That miss was
mesmerized.  She gasped.  She couldn't resist.  Before I started to jerk,
she already had her hands down in her own snatch, fingering herself madly.
She was always hot and wet when I got to her room."
   Miss vice president wanted to suck Bill the second time.  He began to
pump her face.  The spent the whole afternoon in her office.  He dumped his
whole load inside her gasping mouth and pulled out.  "She was a petite
woman, but had a big mouth, big enough to suck my cock." Bill explained.
   "Did you ever get the opportunity to fuck her?  I mean, did you get your
tool in her pussy?" Susan asked.
   "We tried a few times on her office table, but she was too tight and she
was noisy as a fire alarm.  We had to quit trying.  But she loved to have
it in her mouth and cum over her tits." Bill explained.
   "I see, you haven't taken off your pants even though it's quite warm
over here." Susan said.  "Are you ashamed or afraid about something?" She
suggested they would sit on big fallen tree facing each other.  Susan
spread her legs and her dark labia parted to reveal her pink inner folds.
   "Women are under a lot of pressure to conform," she said gently to Kathy
when she wanted to know what happened.  For thirty minutes, we fucked each
other in a dozen different positions: missionary, doggie, me on top, on our
sides, and more.  He had a pole that must have been over 11" long and as
thick as my wrist.
   Finally, he straddled Susan's chest and stroked himself.  With a hungry
moan, she wrapped her lips around his glans.  The orgasm built slowly and
then surged like a tidal wave.  Bill squirted so much come that Susan had
to swallow twice.  In spite of that, pearly cum streamed down her cheeks.
Afterward, Bill and Susan held each other and caught their breath.
   Kathy said, she was so horny she couldn't stand to listen to all the
goodies that Susan had experienced.  "I'm so horny, waiting for what will
happen tonight!" She took a lotus position on the blanket and let the men
stare between her legs.  All she could think about was cock.  So many
questions raced through her mind about her sexuality.
   One of the addicts had a mobile phone call from a worried nurse.  Katy
over-heard the conversation.  "I stroked my dick.  The woman was
deep-throating the guy all the way done to the root." He explained.  "I
unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.  I stroked my thickening cock."
   "Is it a female nurse from the clinic?" Kathy asked.  "Is she jealous or
just worried about what happens?" This guy in his mid-thirties wearing
loose-fitting boxers without underwear apparently.  He was tenting
big-time.
   The man nodded to both questions and continued to speak to her, trying
to explain that his hadn't been sucked or inserted in a female pussy.  He
assured her, "I love to have my cock sucked by you, miss Julie." He also
had to tell her that her tits were very fuckable.  "Promise, I will not
open the zip of my pants for any other woman." He continued.  There was an
endless row of question about what had happened and why two women were
participating.  The nurse didn't know there would be naked women on the
beach.
   The nurse wanted to chat dirty with him over the phone.  Kathy moved
close to the man, she wanted to overhear what she was talking.  She moaned
and said he could force her head down to the root of his dick.  She
advertised her sucking skills and informed him that she was sitting in her
room and fingering her pussy.  "I want the head of your cock in my mouth
and again began to tease it with my tongue." The nurse moaned.  "Force me
to take all of you down my throat." She continued.  This continued on for
some ten minutes.  "Open your zipper, Jim.  Drop your pants, take out that
tool and start fisting it." She advised.
   Kathy looked at Jim, nodded to him.  He told the nurse, that he had his
pole jutting out from his pants and nobody was watching.  "You like that
Jim, don't you?" The nurse cuddled.  He just nodded.  "Kathy was playing
with his exposed shaft.  Jim's eyes rolled.  She was holding his marvelous
instrument in her hand.
   "Take them off, Jim.  Show me this awful shaft." Kathy whispered to him.
He was still on the phone.  She spread her legs for him, showed a fat labia
parted to reveal her glistening crimson interior.  A healthy pink clitoris
gleamed proudly.  What she wanted was obvious.  Jim would be her soul mate.
She was quite a gymnast.  Her head snapped down and engulfed Jim's cock
head.  It happened so quickly that Jim moaned.  The nurse, on the other end
of the wireless line wanted to know if he cumed.
   Kathy ran her fingers along the underside of the shaft and now he was
rock hard, watched as pre-cum leaking out with every upward stroke.  She
knew when it gets like this, there was a valid way of get rid of it.
   There was only one thing to do.  She started stroking lightly up and
down with her left hand.  Her stroking began to intensify.  Kathy really
kicked it into high gear as she grabbed Jim's cock tight now jacking off
hard.
   "Stroke it.  And stroke it fast!" Bill was boiling over with lust.  "Do
it fast.  Keep it going." He didn't think about his considerate nurse
anymore.  Kathy's caring hand made a change to the routine.  He jerked her
hand away and climbed over the face of Kathy, rubbing his cock-head on her
pert lips.  Bill erupts with a torrent of cum splashing into my mouth.
   The pleasure washed over him.  Bill started to relax, but only for a
short while.  Kathy noticed that his dick's getting hard again.  "Damn! 
How can you get hard again so fast?" She asked him.
   Bill didn't show any surprise.  "The nurses say, I just have a
heightened need for sex.  I have to have it every day.  If I don't have it
at least twice a day, I'm hurting."
   Kathy now understand the nurse's concern for Bill's well-being.
   It was a hot night that evening, as the crowd gathered around a big
fire. Susan was lost in thought as he walked out to the waterline.  She
didn't want to disturb Kathy that was using her head on one of the male
participants.
   The man was seated, leaning backwards, supporting his body with his
hands.  Susan was close enough to hear the slurping sounds.  Kathy was know
for being a great cock-sucker and her talent was in high demand on this
island, Susan thought.
   What was it about Marque that was different?  He wasn't like other guys.
Susan was feeling a tingle between her legs.  This is weird, I can't keep
thinking like this.  She felt the need building inside her again.  Susan
wanted to shook off her horniness as she walked deeper into the water.
   Susan didn't see the dark figure standing behind a tree.  He opened his
jeans, pulled down the front of his boxer briefs and hooked the waste band
under his balls.  He was already more than half hard.  The black man
started to feel himself with his left hand.
   He adjusted his jeans and underwear lower on his hips so the elastic
wouldn't keep pulling up over his balls and cock.  His left hand quickly
returned to it's slow stroking of his cock while he moved his right hand
back over his groin, balls and lower cock.  He watched the naked woman
walking towards the waterline.  He felt himself get instantly harder!
   His eyes locked on the reflection of his cockhead swelling into the
largest inflation it was capable of.  He watched pre-cum emerge to drip
down on the sand.  It wasn't all dark yet, but he was well hidden.
   Completely emerged into his own thoughts, playing with his cock, teasing
hes balls with the other hand.  They play continued.  He had been playing
for several minutes, edging, enjoying.  It felt so good, he couldn't stop.
   Thoughts, feelings, impressions, things Susan wasn't even sure were
accurate memories had sloshed around in my head.  What on earth had made
them end up at a place like this?
   Suddenly, she felt something reach out and send a tingle through me
which shot up and down my spine and almost made her head spin.  There was a
movement.  She recognized a figure in the bushes.  There was a man standing
in the dark.
   Why would someone take the trouble and stay hidden?  She had been naked
on the beach, freely available all the day.  Her little tingle changed from
astonishment to puzzlement.  Susan turned her back towards the man and bent
over, took some water in her hands and washed her face.
   She bent over again and started to wash her body with the salty water.
Susan could hear a familiar glitching sound.  It was evident, there was
someone in the dark watching her, he was wanking.  Why didn't he approach
her.  She would be willing to assist.
   Susan moved around in circles.  She wanted to get closer but didn't want
to scare off the man.  Her heart was pounding, she was breathing heavy,
chills came over her, and her body shook with nervousness.  Please, don't
run away, she thought.
   During High School, Susan loved to tease the boys but she always knew
where the line was drawn and tried not to cross it.  When she matured and
learned more about men and their testosterone triggered brain system, she
began to lose some of her inhibitions and get more daring.
   One of her boyfriends was always asking her to try out new things when
they were making love, in the beginning she resisted.  The kinkiest thing
she had done, to start with, was allow him to tie up her arms to the bed
post and go down on her.  As a teen, she wouldn't always give head, let
alone swallow a load, and that's why some of her boyfriends eventually
became bored of her.  As the years passed, she slowly began taking her own
version of revenge upon guys by manipulating them, using them.  She knew
that she teased them but in her mind, it was no excuse for treating her
like a sex object.
   Susan started to get into raunchy sexual conversations with guys at the
clubs knowing they would want her even more when she talked dirty.  She was
enjoying turning the guys on.  Dirty and dancing, letting them feel her up,
touching them while seated, sitting in their laps.  The price was when she
could feel the cute one's rigid cock through his pants as she gently ground
her ass into his crotch.
   She was incredibly hot, perk tits, slim and curvy body, firm ass, the
cutest face, cock-sucking lips and all of it wrapped up in a single tight
little packaged labeled "horny woman".  Susan was every man's dream.  It
was two hours ago when she had last felt a hot cock stuffed in her pussy,
but the itch was back.  She thought about the guy behind the bushes. 
Watching her naked body teased him and Susan wondered if his fat cock would
have felt better between her legs but quickly dismissed the thought and
thought, he wants to jerk.  He is for the visual.
   Her naked body left little to the imagination as she erotically massaged
her perky tits.  She was now standing close to the man and deliberately
giving him a good show.  "Excuse me," she said.  The man stopped suddenly,
glanced at her, then looked around, shocked that she was talking to him. 
"Don't run away," Susan said.  "I'm ready to help you with what you're
doing."
   "Squirt it out on me," she said.
   He was shy at first, but with her encouragement, the man in the dark
continued to work on his tool.  His cock ached for release.
   She noticed his shyness.  He was black.  This was just too hot.  Susan
squatted in front of hem and looked at him with a sexy smile.  "It's ok, I
like to watch what you're doing."
   "Don't be shy," she said again, renewing his courage.  Her hands slipped
up her inner thighs, she spread her legs for him.  "Can you see my wide
open pussy?" His eyes were fixated on the gap between her legs.
   It looked like a young, teen pussy, and was specifically designed to
fuck big cocks.  Susan was close to him, her legs spread, massaging her
pussy, spreading it open for him to see.  Inserting her index finger,
making it very visual.
   Suddenly he was completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. 
Everything around him faded away.  She found she enjoyed the attention it
gave her and wished a man could give her the same, without the desire for
sex all the time.
   "Yeah, you mad me so fucking horny today, I had to jerk off and I
haven't had to do that in years." He said.
   Susan always heard stories about how size really does matter and she
decided to use this fortunate incident to find out and maybe learn
something more.  The slippery sound of masterful masturbation was like a
bird humming to her sensitive clit.
   She purred sensuously as his long fingers caressed her mound, slowly
spreading the increasing moisture around and parting her nether lips. 
Susan loved the feel of his hands on her naked body.
   The black man probed her slit with his thumb and fingers for a while,
listening to the sounds of her ascending passion as he touched all of her
favorite spots.
   When she was dripping wet and nearly out of her mind, Susan spread her
legs apart, peeled the black hood off the glands, and dove down to take it
in her mouth.
   More dick, that's what she wanted.  "Oh my God!  I want your cock inside
my pussy," She moaned.  "Fuck me with your big black salami."
   Ready for the perfect fuck.  Susan squatted in front of him.  Took it in
her mouth to get a feel for its size.  He needed some stimulation after his
first orgasm.
   He moaned, her mouth around his cock head felt so good.  Her tongue
teased his glands.  Looking at him, she continued to tease the sensitive
head with her lips.
   Looking at his wonderful cock from a close distance made Susan feel like
a little teenage girl.  She'd always fantasized about having sex with black
men.
   In the meantime, Kathy was dancing for the men gathered around the
fireplace.  "Would you like to dirty dance with me?" Kathy asked.
   More to cum...
  
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