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The Trials and Tribulations of Tim - Chapter 13
Muffin Meadowes had to admit that going without clothing in this strange environment gave her a sense of freedom she had rarely experienced in her career as a teacher and mentor. Now she was approaching this steaming pool where this extremely attractive woman awaited her. The professor was fascinated by the statuesque thirty-something's large well-formed breasts. She had always longed for some form of physical validation to attract the male of the species, but alas she had turned out to be just average.
Penny Pence was also judging the naked woman who looked to be somewhat older than she, and for some odd reason she felt a feeling of sexual excitement ripple through her sweaty body. Without any hesitation, the two women came together and embraced, their tongues swirling into each other's mouths as their bodies joined into one. They were too engrossed to notice the flashes as Miko dutifully recorded their embrace and what followed in all its sweaty details.
Sucking the buxom woman's tongue was but an aperitif for the teacher. What she wanted was to sup on those magnificent gourds jutting, not hanging, from her lover's chest. Ms Pence reciprocated, transfixed by her love partner's hairless pubic mound, making her appear almost childlike in the dim light of this steamy grotto. Her hands strayed downward and made contact with Muffin's soaking slit that had suddenly begun to ooze a creamy substance that drove Penny to near madness. The teacher ground her vulva against the warm hand probing her slit and maneuvered herself to begin suckling from those bountiful breasts. Neither thought it unusual that Ms Pence's breasts were letting down warm, sweet milk; wasn't that their function?
Winabojo, the trickster, could not resist temptation when it came to naked women, especially naked women who were doing erotic things to each other. He intruded and used his power to turn the duo into a trio. He rutted like a jungle animal, mounting first one and then the other, leaving behind his seed on each occasion. They say that the reason the lion is considered to be the king of the beasts is his fantastic ability to cover his pride, often mounting them as often as thirty times in a single rutting session. However compared to Wilson's avatar, the lion was but a pussycat, a tame one at that.
No one was keeping count, but Ms Pence had been penetrated so often that her entrances, fore and aft, were perpetually gaping. Professor Meadowes had given and taken to the point that she had no detailed memory of the countless couplings she had enjoyed in the company of her jungle beast whose fangs left no visible marks. In her mind it was a single marvelous continuum of fear, awe, joy and sorrow, abruptly ended, leaving her sobbing by the pool of forgetfulness.
Later when the photographs were distributed among those who partook of the tea and the sweat lodge, there was no fear or embarrassment, just a terrible sense of loss. Ever practical, Wilson gave thanks for the digital camera, or he would have been forced to invent and then construct this revolutionary toy that was to take sex out of the bedroom and put it on the Internet to the dismay of the "authorities", whoever they claimed to be. However as a vehicle for blackmail, they failed miserably until Wilson had to develop a follow-up threatening to send copies to their employers or loved ones in certain rare cases.
Having completed his objective with these two, he immediately put them from his mind, not caring about their wanderings once they cleared the sweat lodge. His loss of interest was replaced by others eager to take advantage of their lack of clothing and attitude, which was a cross between a hypnotic trance and a slight case of nymphomania, probably a hangover from their bout with Wilson's mysterious avatar. Professor Meadowes had the good luck or misfortune to come upon a band of stalwart soccer players, still seeking Brad, the changeling. By chance Penny Pence found her way into the bathroom where Jill Taylor was "entertaining".
The Meitster family had finally emptied themselves into and onto Jill Taylor until the poor woman looked as if she was in her third trimester, and carrying triplets, big ones at that! The quartet had left to find a source of liquid refreshment, accompanied by Al, who claimed to know of a place in the basement where a large cache of soda and beer was kept hidden away from the eyes of Jill. It seems that Tim's wife had taken a strong stand against alcohol, as well as sugar-laden drinks designed for the teenage crowd. Al was having problems locating the basement due to the distractions created by the four large women all displaying every square inch of their fleshy, naked bodies. Tim's assistant had a raging hard-on that would have been the envy of any teenager. The only thing that saved him from himself was the impossible decision of choosing which of these heroically constructed females to couple with first.
Commander had just finished another round with his new bitch, Jill, and was curled up in the corner licking his dick that was coated with her spendings. Jill may have been saying no, no, no; but her pussy had been steadily contradicting her denials as the dog's chiseled dick had pumped away inside her less than tight cunt at a rate of speed that no man could possibly attain, even for a few brief seconds. The audience now composed of people from Jill's department at the local college, had a grand time urging the dog to fill her to the brim with fresh doggie cum, and then screamed delightedly when Commander's knot locked them together for many long minutes. The naked department personnel had shrieked with hysterical laughter as the mongrel dragged his partner around the bathroom in a vain attempt to get rid of her so he could take a nap.
Currently two of Jill's professors, Graves and Wharton, had taken over and were doing the honors. Graves, the department chairperson, was busily burying her jumbo dildo even deeper into Jill than Commander had. Wanda Wharton was straddling her former student's damaged chest and feeding her anywhere from six to eight inches of hard rubber currently attached to her groin. Their young girlfriends, both students working hard towards their degrees in sex education and group interaction theory, were seated together on the edge of the tub, giving them a great view of the goings-on taking place on the tiled floor. They were so carried away at what they were witnessing, that the two of them were openly masturbating, uncaring that they were being seen by all the occupants of the bathroom.
It may have been the squawking that Wharton's dildo was forcing from Jill that attracted Penny Pence into the bathroom, but her arrival caused quite a stir. It wasn't just the fact that she was stark naked, had a blank look on her face, or that her fantastic breasts were still leaking milk; it was the way her body seemed to vibrate as if it was a giant tuning fork that had just been struck by a hammer. The blank stare turned into a loopy grin as she realized what was taking place here. "Can I play too?" Ms. Pence asked in a childlike voice. Her simple request caused consternation among the people from the Social Studies department.
Marcy Marsh, the main squeeze of Professor Graves, got the ball rolling by pointing to her shaved pubic mound and telling Ms Pence to get down on her knees and start licking it all over and not to stop until she was told by the student. Professor Wharton's live-in lover, Alicia, made a face and whined that she was being left out of all the fun. Wanda Wharton suggested that Alicia be given a chance to have her pussy licked by Jill while she took a turn at stirring up the juices still dripping from Penny Pence's ravaged pussy.
Within ten minutes Jill and Penny were on their backs, legs spread wide to give the two professors easy access to their oozing twats. The bathroom was large enough so that the heads of the two women were touching as their tongues noisily lapped away on the student pussies that were rotated back and forth to always provide some new territory to be worshipped by Tim's wife and the hospital's chief financial officer. On occasion Commander would rouse himself and partake of his old or the new bitch, egged on by the gang from the college.
It would be some time before the Meitster clan would return to the fray, as they were now busying themselves with Al, taking turns mounting him and enjoying his fat cock as it introduced itself to the four of them, providing plenty of pleasure while they filled their bellies with the cache of liquid he had unearthed for them. Had she not been so preoccupied by the studly soccer players that seemed never to be satiated, Candi Dandi might have wondered about the whereabouts of her date for the evening.
Candice Honeypussy awoke with a start to pitch darkness, the fetid smell of things rotting, and a humid heat that surrounded and almost suffocated her. She attempted to wipe her sweaty face, only to discover that her wrists were tied to the narrow pallet upon which her naked body was stretched. Then it all came back to her in a rush.
There had been a military coup and in the space of a few days the area that they were visiting went from order to chaos. Worse still foreigners, once welcomed for the stable currency they freely spent in this third world country, were now considered enemies of the new state. Candice's tour group had been held in the hotel by armed men who claimed to be in command. A day later another group of armed men took over and ordered the tour, which had not been fed, into trucks that transported them on dirt roads for nearly an entire day without once stopping. Many of the tour were retired folks who had not eaten in nearly two days and had gone without water during this arduous trek to what was in effect a concentration camp carved out of the jungle.
They debarked from the trucks and were greeted by a uniformed native armed with a submachine gun who informed them that they were to be held as prisoners until their countries vouched for them as not being spies, and paid tribute to gain their release. One older gentleman objected strenuously to what he heard and was beaten savagely by the guards that responded to the native's call for assistance. Once the man was subdued and dragged off, never to be seen again, the group was segregated by sex, the men marched off to another part of the compound.
The ladies were then ordered to remove their clothing. There was stunned silence for a moment or two followed by two of the older women breaking down and sobbing at the prospect that lay before them. Candice decided that resistance was foolish and so she began to strip off her clothing. She was down to her panties and bra when a guard used his rifle butt to strike one of the old women who was making a racket with her crying and screaming. That broke the back of any effort to avoid following his orders.
Soon there were thirteen naked women ranging in age from the late sixties to Miriam, the fourteen year-old daughter of one couple. Candice, Miriam and another woman in her late forties were ordered to put their hands behind their necks and spread their legs for a physical examination to see if they had any contraband on their person. The native guards grinned and did their best to humiliate the trio. Candice grimaced as fingers invaded her vagina and wiggled around inside, while another set of hands manipulated her breasts, pinching the firm flesh and tweaking the nipples into an erect state.
They saved the most humiliating part of the search for last. She was made to bend over and use her hands to spread her bottom cheeks. Then one of the guards stuck two fingers deep into her rectum, making her gasps from the pain this crude intrusion created. Satisfied that there was nothing out of the ordinary concealed within her rectum, he pulled his fingers free and then put them to her lips as he grinned. Candice had to will herself to not break down and do something foolish. The guards all roared with laughter when she sucked the guard's fingers clean of whatever they had encountered during her cavity search.
The others laughed and seemed to try to outdo each other in embarrassing and degrading their captives. At last the uniformed one called a halt to the revelry and ordered the trio to be taken to a low building located about two hundred meters from where they stood. Candice never spoke to and rarely saw any of the others after that.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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