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Subject: {ASSM} *New* Stranded, Ch. 9: Something's Berry Wrong (MfF f rom) [fM MF MFF MfF mm? snuff? f rom caution]
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Chapter 9: Something's Berry Wrong (MfF f rom) [fM MF MFF MfF mm?
snuff? f rom caution]

My sister's face was a strange mixture of worry and incomprehension.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as a look of abject anguish made her
features almost unrecognizable.  I couldn't help but wonder what she
had done - what any of us had done - to warrant receiving so much pain
and agony in such a short time.

Then I thought of leaving my dear, wonderful sister in the Fairmount
Academy for so long and I didn't have to wonder.  Instead I began to
worry how long the people I had come to love and care for were going to
have to pay for my sins.

I started jogging towards my sister.  I yearned to go faster but all of
the physical exertion of the past few hours coupled with the constant
emotional turmoil had finally taken their toll and I was unable to
manage it no matter how hard I tried.

As soon as I reached her she grabbed my hand and
half-pulled/half-dragged me onward.

"Jamie, what's wrong?" I gasped, trying to keep up with her.

"It's Beth, Mikey," she cried hysterically.  "She's...there's something
wrong with her...she won't stop....you'll see...hurry..."  She just
continued tugging on me, pulling me onward with Jan and Sam close on
our heels.

We reached our camp site in a few moments but at first glance there was
no sign of Beth.  Of course, that could have been because all of the
other girls were drawn into a circle facing inwards.  I couldn't quite
see what they were looking at but with a sudden lurch in my gut I
somehow knew that things were going to get much more complicated.

As soon as I moved the first girls out of my way, I knew that I was
right.

Beth was writhing on the ground, her hands ripping at her clothes and
rivulets of blood flowing from her eyes, nose, and the corners of her
mouth.  She was soaked to the bone and at first I hoped - hell, I
prayed - that she was having some kind of allergic reaction to the
ocean.  A second glance, though, crushed my half-hearted prayers before
they could truly begin.  She was soaked because she was sweating so
profusely.  The sweat, the blood, and her condition left me no doubt
what was really occurring.

I could only reach one obvious conclusion and a quiet unyielding
despair settled over me.  She had eaten some berries.  Unable to
believe what I was seeing, I could only stare, my eyes watering in
agony and pity.

"Please," the slight mulatto whimpered, her hands literally tearing the
clothes from her body.

"Please, Chris," she begged, her shirt ripped from her skin revealing
her large, pert, caramel colored breasts.  "I've seen you looking at
me.  I've seen you...you want me.  Please.  Please eat me."  Her hands
tugged at her shorts, ripping them and her underwear away from her
fragile frame.  "I'm so hot...so hot and so wet...." Her fingers
plunged within her and she screamed, a high, pitiful wail.  At first, I
thought she had harmed herself and I took a single step towards her;
but the arch of her back, the rolling of her eyes, the frantic plunging
of her fingers all told me that her screams were of release.

After a few moments, her eyes focused and they stared straight into my
own.  "Yesssss," she stretched the word into a long, sibilant hiss.
"You owe me, Mikey.  Why settle for tongue when I can have long, hard
cock.  Especially your cock, Mikey.  I've wanted you for so long..."

She seemed to almost leap to her hands and knees and before I could
stop her she grabbed hold of my shorts and began to pull them from me.
I struggled, pulling her hands away, but they seemed to be everywhere.
"Remember, Mikey?  Remember?  In the jungle, Mikey?  Remember my thank
you present?  It's time to thank me, Mikey.  I need your cum again.  My
pussy needs it now, though.  Maybe later my mouth will want some more
but right now it's my pussy's turn.  She's been so patient..."

"What is she talking about?" Jan whispered to me quietly.  Her voice
was soft and quizzical, but I heard the sharp ring of iron within it.

I turned to her, not knowing what exactly I could say or how I was
going to explain.  She saw the answer in my eyes, though, and in the
bright red shame warming my face.  She saw my guilt before I could ever
open my mouth and my heart broke when she turned away from me.

"Jan!" I pleaded, my hand grabbing her shoulder.  I felt Beth's fevered
hands working at my shorts but the only feeling I cared about was the
agony of my breaking heart as the woman of my dreams turned away from
me.   "Please.  You don't understand.  It was before you and I...I was
asleep...and she...when I woke up she was...she....had me....please,
Jan, you have to understand."

When she turned back to me there was a hint of pain in her eyes - just
a single sparkling tear of remorse, regret or maybe some other agony -
but there was something else as well.  Something I couldn't quite
place.  She grabbed my hand and took a deep breath and I got the sense
that she was somehow steeling herself.  Against who or what, though, I
couldn't tell.  I could only pray that it wasn't me.

"It doesn't matter right now, Michael," she started, the steel in her
eyes reflected in her voice.  "Right now, you have to help her."

The sudden change in direction of the conversation took me aback and
I'm sure my face showed my lack of understanding even as the blush once
again crept over my features.  "What...um...what?" I couldn't quite get
out the question.

"You have to help her, Michael," she said with a breath, settling in
for another long explanation.  "She needs...release."  Then, the woman
I loved closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.  When her eyes once
again reached mine, I could see the love in them...but I could also see
a hard resolve.  "Remember what Alex said.  His brother started out
just like this and then he had convulsions.  It wasn't until they
started having sex that the convulsions stopped.

"Think also of the distilled juice from those berries.  Even diluted
into that drink their potency causes a growing need for sex with
someone you love...or...or...care about.  The juice in the berry itself
must be some type of concentrate and I think...I think it'll kill her
if she doesn't get some type of sexual release."

"Michael," the love of my life looked deep into my eyes, her hands
clutching at my upper arms.  "I think she could die if you
don't...repay her."

"What?!?" Jamie exclaimed.  She had evidently followed the whole
conversation and there was shocked look on her face.  "What happened to
Alex and Tony??"

Her intrusion shook me for a moment.  Maybe it was the roller-coaster
of emotions I had already gone through this day or the bouts of
physical exertion that had tired me but I had somehow forgotten that
there were more people present besides Beth and Jan and I.  Slowly, I
looked around at the uncomprehending faces that were all looking to me
for answers.  Answers that I just didn't have.

"What happened to them is not important right now," Jan's voice rang
out over the slowly rising din.  "We can explain about Alex and Tony in
a little while.  Right now, we have to look out for Beth.

"Uh...Andrea.  I need you to run as fast as you can to the lake." Jan
was talking quickly, like a general.  The tone of her voice made very
clear that she expected to be obeyed immediately.  "Take an empty gourd
with you.  Actually...take several empty gourds with you.  Near the
edge of the lake, you'll find some berry bushes and under some of those
berry bushes you'll find puddles of a red liquid.  Fill the gourd with
the liquid but whatever you do, don't drink the red liquid nor eat any
of the berries.  Especially don't eat any of the berries...don't even
touch them any more than you can help it."

"Michael," she turned to me.  A wry, little laugh escaped her.  It
wasn't much of a laugh; it wasn't enough to allow me to release my
worries.  It was something, though.  "Get dressed.  Then I need you to
carry Beth into the woods.  I don't think you need an audience."

In horror, I looked down.  Beth had managed to undress me and I had
been so intent on Jan that I hadn't even noticed.  It was a bit
troubling though that I hadn't even noticed what she was doing after
she had finished undressing me.

She had me in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down my turgid
member...but I couldn't even feel it.  Somehow, the three or more hours
of near constant fucking earlier in the day had rendered my cock
completely numb.

Unable to handle all of the twists and turns my life had taken in the
last 5 minutes, I pushed at Beth's head and shoulders dislodging my
glistening, hard dick from the back of her throat.  It was an effort;
she didn't want to let me go.  I was insistent, though, and in the end
I managed to stumble away from her.

I looked at Jan in consternation.  "Maybe we should get someone else to
carry her..." I began but Jan was having none of it.

"Just pick her up, Mikey,"  Jan encouraged me softly.  At least she was
using my nick name again.  As I bent down to pick up the writhing girl,
I reflected on how horrible it was that the sound of your proper name
could cause so much stress.

Thanks to her profuse sweating, lack of clothing, and writhing need,
picking Beth up wasn't easy to begin with...and she made it much harder
by wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her lips to my own.
The feel of her tongue wildly invading my mouth awoke my morality and
for a moment I pushed against her - almost causing me to fall.

It still wasn't easy.  Even as I tried to re-settle my arms under her
firm, round ass, the thrusting of her hips against my stomach
threatened to make me drop her.  The added sensation of the soft, wet
fur covering her mound brushing and scraping against the skin of my
stomach brought the guilt of what I was doing crashing to the surface
of my mind.

Unfortunately, it also made me horny.  The feel of her thrusting
against me, my arms encircling her...the feel of her secretions
dripping down my stomach...the sweet, pungent smell of her arousal
grabbing my nostrils...and just the look of this dark, nubile goddess
rubbing against me was almost more than I could stand.  My cock, which
had softened to its normal shapeless mass during my attempts to lift
this young woman, was now harder than steel.  The guilt that flashed
through my mind at my recalcitrant member once again almost had me
dropping the soft, warm and sweaty girl from my grasp.

Near terror, I started to walk towards the nearby trees but all of the
sensations that were this wonderful young woman worked against me.
Although still numb, I could just barely feel the soft swell of her ass
brushing luridly over and over and over through the slight barrier of
my shorts against the hard expanse of flesh that was my dick.  My legs,
already over-loaded due to physical exertion, were like jelly and I
soundlessly wondered if I was even going to be able to make it to the
forest before I fell to the gritty sand with this nymph.

Somehow, with Jan alternately leading and pulling me, I made it into
the trees - though not very far.  I knew that we might still be seen
from the camp but I could go no further.  The constant feel of her
thrusts against the steel of my arousal was wearing at the numbness and
I was beginning to feel the sharp lightning strokes of pleasure as she
moved against me.

As my cock once again roared to life, I made one last effort to
extricate myself from this situation.  With a near god-like effort, I
pulled my face away from hers, pulling her tongue from my lips.  I was
startled to find that although much of me was relieved at the partial
separation, a growing part of me felt almost a loss at my separation
from Beth.

I didn't feel that loss for long as Beth's lips began kissing and
sucking at my neck.

"No," I began, unsure even of what I was truly saying or doing any more
but needing to voice my objections.  I was not a letch, I told
myself...but then why did part of me want to just give in to the
ministrations of this beautiful caramel-skinned temptress?  "No...I
can't do this.  I can't."

"Michael!"  Jan looked at me, an iron will blazing in her eyes.  "Stop
it!  You have to do this; there's no other choice."

"Like hell there isn't!" I snapped back, my morality fighting to the
fore of my frazzled mind.  There's something inconsistent about
morality, I found.  It blazed like the sun and crowded all other
thoughts from my mind...but only for an instant.  Then it was gone,
leaving me shaken and perhaps even more susceptible to the relentless
ministrations of its dastardly cousin, arousal.  The ebb and flow of my
principles, however, had me in a constantly aroused, constantly guilty
state of mind that kept me ping-ponging from one extreme to another.  I
knew it was wrong, knew that I should push Beth to the ground and run
screaming from this tableau...but in the next instant I knew with equal
alacrity that I should give in to her, push her to the ground and take
her - before she changed her mind.   It was too much for me to
comprehend all at once.  I couldn't do this...not like this...not with
my mind clouded and befuddled.  "She's 14, Jan.  Only 14.  I can't..."

Slowly but sternly, I pushed the 14 year old nymph from me and placed
her gently on the ground.  It was hard - due both to her grasping at me
as I released her as well as the incessant lust which coursed through
my being - but I managed it.  Beth, wanting - actually needing - the
release I was denying her, took matters into her own hands and began
once again plunging her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy.

"You already did once," Jan reminded me even as I was disentangling
from the stunning young woman.  "Whether you were coerced into it
or...or...not really doesn't matter.  She needs you now.  There is no
one else..."  Her voice trailed off as she looked at me meaningfully.

I wasn't quite buying it, though.  I stood up, remembering the
beginning of this whole ordeal.  "Yes there is!" My eyes were no longer
focusing correctly and I cast about wildly, my thoughts grasping at any
straw they could find.  "Chris!" I yelled in triumph, pointing my
finger back at the dark-haired black girl still standing around our
campsite.  I could feel even more than see her eyes on us though my cry
hadn't been loud enough to alert her.  "You heard Beth...Chris could do
it.  All we need to do is ask her..."

"Mikey."  Jan said quietly.  I looked at her but immediately looked
away.  I didn't like what I saw in her eyes.  "Mikey, look at me."

I didn't want to.  I didn't think I could.  But in the end, I did as
she asked.

"You have to do this, Mikey."  Her words were pleading but her tone was
iron.  "You have to.  If you don't...if you don't and she
dies...I'll...I'll...I'll never forgive you.  You'll never forgive
yourself.

"If you don't help that girl, Michael Devan, I will."

I tried to answer her but no words came to my lips.  I looked around
wildly, looking for some escape...but what escape could there be?
Where could I go?  What could I do??  Which of my internal combatants
could I unleash?

My eyes glanced at Beth...shivering, sweating, blood pouring from her
eyes and nose and mouth.  She had her fingers inside of her when the
first convulsion hit.  It came on so quickly I almost mistook it for
another orgasm.  But as her back arched almost to breaking and her
hands and legs trembled and shook like a tree in a strong summer
tempest, I knew that this wasn't the same.  Her eyes rolled back into
her head and I heard Jan give a single cry of alarm and then she knelt
next to her; her hands moving against her, caressing her, moving on her
to try to ease the towering convulsion....and I knew that if I could
help her...if there was any way I could help this poor child...I had to
do it.

As the seizures ended and Beth's eyes fluttered back to consciousness,
Andrea returned.  Jan stood to take the gourds from Andrea and my eyes
went back to Beth's wan little face.  She was weak, I could see that,
but her hands went almost compulsively back to her lightly furred
crevice.  Even as her eyes began once more to focus, she began plunging
her fingers in and out of her little slit.  The tears of blood pouring
from her eyes as she tried to assuage the pain of her need called to
me.  She looked at me weakly, almost unable to even move.

"P...p...please," she begged me softly, barely able to even form the
words.  Without even thinking, I nodded.  I had lost and I wasn't even
sure I felt bad about it.  My morals, my guilt, my anguish - I had to
submerge all of that.  I worried, though, that once submerged they
might never return.  What kind of inhuman creature would I become
then??

I shook my head to clear it in a desperate attempt to do this deed and
still remain the man that I was.  Jan, her face expressionless and her
hand trembling slightly, brought me one of the gourds and I took it
from her.

As I took the gourd...as I reached the point of no-return...there was
one last fight with my principles.  If I succumbed to this, if I did
this deed and let lapse my integrity for the greater good I knew that
the next time I faced a moral challenge it would be easier to succumb.
The line I was about to cross could never be uncrossed and I worried
what that would do to me.  I worried even more because there, in the
deep recesses of my soul, at the very core of my being, some ancient,
guttural part of me rejoiced in this lapse.  As I raised the gourd to
my lips, I could feel that part of me gathering strength, blasting away
the walls of civility I had erected around it.  It reveled in the
thought of what was to come...and I began to revel with it.

As I braced myself to do this thing, my soul continued its rampant
change towards depravity.  With a final sigh of regret, I shed the
layers of innocence I never even knew that I possessed knowing that I
might not be able to rebuild those walls...and even if I could, that
they - and I - would be changed forever.  Tears formed at my loss but I
looked through them at the woman I had grown to love.

My eyes never left hers as I drank the pungent liquid down to the last
drop.

"Jan," I whispered even as I could feel the heat flowing through my
body.  It cradled me in its grasp and I wondered if it were just my
imagination or was that heat licking playfully at my new-found
depravity.

"Shhh," she whispered.  "I know.  I love you too.  It's okay...we'll
figure this out later..."

She handed me another of the gourds and I drank it without question.
Once again, it felt like a blanket wrapping itself around me, warm and
soft and good.  The sky became so bright, filling my eyes until I could
not even really see.  Tears coursed down my cheeks and I bowed my head
to that light...and I saw the beautiful vision before me.

She was a goddess of beauty; easily the most beautiful thing I had ever
seen.  Her auburn hair flowed through the air in slow motion, gentle
waves licking at the sides of her face, caressing the rosy, soft flesh
of her cheeks.  'Such a good idea,' I thought to myself.  I raised my
hand to caress her cheeks in time with the waves of her hair and I
marveled at the softness of her skin.

"That's enough, hon," she moaned at me, her voice a study of wanton
lust.  Every syllable that tumbled obscenely from her lips simply
exuded raw, potent sexuality.  I felt the hot flow of my blood pounding
throughout me, a majestic rhythm that seemed only to call to her flesh.
 Without volition, I moved towards here feeling myself drawn to her,
wanting her, needing her.  I needed to feel her skin against mine,
needed to feel myself around her, near her, in her.  There was a need
beyond need, a desire beyond desire that echoed throughout my flesh.
It was almost painfully pleasurable, just the contemplation of feeling
this beautiful woman against me.  I watched entranced as my arms rose,
placing my hands lightly on her shoulders.  Mystified, as the passion
of her call leapt to new heights within me, I felt my arms pulling her
closer, intent on drawing her to me, to making her see the need that I
felt.

"Later, Mikey," the soft whisper of sex that was her voice moaned at
me.  The sheer joy I felt at the soft feather of her evocative words
caused my flesh to tremble.  I somehow heard the words but the meaning
of them was drowned in the desire they exacted of me.

I began to pull her to me, gently but insistently.  I knew what I
wanted, what I needed and I could not allow myself to be denied.  She
slowly came to me taking me to the summits of heaven, holding my breath
so that I could immerse my senses only in this woman.

Her soft lips brushed my cheek with the soft caress of the wings of a
butterfly as they continued their languid journey to the delicate flesh
of my ear.  The feathery touch of her gentle hands ran lightly up the
sides of my body until they caressed my cheeks in a firm, primal grip.
Slowly, she turned my head to the right and down...and there, writhing
naked on the ground, was yet another goddess.

"She needs you, Mikey," the first goddess breathed at me and I knew
that it was true.  I could feel it in my bones.  Desire rose within me,
heating me, bringing me to the very brink of release and then slowly
ebbing away.

I grew confused, however.  The desire I felt towards this second
goddess...this young woman I knew to be Beth...was as a gentle summer
breeze next to the raging hurricane of my craving for Jan.

"I want you," I whispered to the first goddess, my arms once again
reaching for her.

"Later, my love," her words snuggled against me, lifting me into the
air on the buoyancy that was love.  "Right now, you must take Beth."

In the swirling cloud that was my consciousness I tasted that thought,
rolling it over and over the tongue of my mind.  It didn't seem right,
somehow.  The one called Beth was desirable and I could feel the tug of
her sex pulling me towards her...but the essence of the one called Jan
pulled me into the safe harbor of her embrace with such determination
that there could be no doubt about the one I needed, the only one that
could satiate my lust.

"I want you," I repeated, trying to convey the colors of my need
through those three almost intangible words.  She had to understand - I
was starving with desire and I couldn't pass up the buffet of lust and
love right next to me for the single course sexual meal lying on the
ground in front of me.

"Oh, dear," she breathed, her voice a mask of sexual allure.  I was
confused, my thoughts jumbled and unclear and really aware only of the
lust rising in me, consuming me.  I watched entranced as the soft tip
of her tongue slowly elongated beyond the divine portals of her lips.
Her tongue called to me, begging me to follow it as it circled the soft
red cusp of her flesh leaving a faint sheen of moisture on those
wonderful lips.

The goddess' face grew calmer, almost serene.  "I guess there's only
one thing to do," she whimpered, her voice encompassing me, raising my
ardor even further.

I could feel my heart pounding, pounding, pounding in my chest, a
softer, echoing beat reverberating through my hard cock.  Her fingers
reached for the buttons on her shirt, sensuously undoing the clasp.
They trembled as they moved to the next one, fumbling prettily and only
increasing the hunger I felt for her.

It seemed a slow process, the torturous unbuttoning of her blouse.  I
was rewarded, however, with inch upon inch of her skin slowly dribbling
into view.  I felt my mouth working, my tongue licking against the heat
of my lips as I tried to keep them moist.

I lost all control as her breasts heaved into view and without
conscious thought I knelt at her side, my lips searching out her hard
nipple.  Without a word, I worshipped at the temple of her twin mounds,
my dire lust hungering for more and yet more again.

"Oh, God," the love of my life breathed, her hands clutching at the
back of my head, drawing me even closer to her bosom.  Her nipples were
like little agates and I flicked the tip of my tongue at them, reveling
in the feel of those hard nuggets against my oral muscle.  I suckled at
her, needing to feel her flesh inside of my mouth.

Even as I continued, I felt her moving - but I neither knew nor cared
what she was doing.  My entire universe devolved to the soft pillows of
her breasts and I was seemingly content with living there.

I groaned in agony when she pulled from me, my lips pulling away from
the flesh that was my life's blood and I felt myself desperately
crawling on my knees following her.  I stumbled a bit and fell to my
hands - and there, at my eye level, was the final fruit that I knew I
must have.

Her wondrous sex was bare, with just a small, soft tuft of hair rising
directly above it.  Her lips were distended and I could smell the lust
wafting on the slight breeze.  I heard it calling me, begging me...and
when a single drop of her arousal gathered on the petals of her flower,
I could stand it no longer.

With a cry, half anguish and half raw desire, I buried my tongue at the
crevice of her being and drew the drop of her sugary nectar into my
mouth.  I sampled of her, swirling her essence across my tongue and
allowing the lust to blossom within me as the taste of her coated my
tongue.

The taste of her, the smell of her, the sight of her, and the feel of
her...the lust crested within me in response to the overload of my
senses.  I was no longer coherent and I no longer cared.  The very
essence of my life was this woman...and I needed her.

I cried in abject despair when she pulled away from me.  I couldn't
live without more of her wondrous presence.  I needed to continue
sampling of her, her essence, her body, her soul.  She called to me on
an animalistic level that could not be denied.

There was maneuvering as she eluded me but I paid no attention.  I
couldn't take my attention off my prey; she had the only thing I needed
to make myself complete.  I followed it blindly, my only concern with
filling myself with my wonderful Jan.

I almost didn't register when my knees contacted soft, yielding flesh.
I could no longer understand what was occurring as the most animalistic
part of my soul took over.  I tried to reach for her, needing to pull
her to me, to partake of her...but her hands pushed mine away.

"Look, Mikey," she whispered, her voice a sultry aphrodisiac on my
ears.  I followed her finger and saw the caramel goddess at my knees.

Her legs were outspread, my knees between them.  I watched, entranced,
as her fingers plunged in and out of the soft pink of her sex.  Her
nether lips were distended, offering themselves both to my eyes and to
the dusky appendages plunging within them.  For a moment that was an
eternity, I watched those fingers plunging, watched the soft rivulets
of her desire as they poured out from the suctioning little mouth of
her pussy.  I looked up at Jan in question, wondering how I had gotten
here and what I should do.

Then, the soft, subtle aroma of Beth's arousal hit me and I lost myself
in its fragrant lust.  I looked down at her plunging fingers, and the
soft petals of her sex called to me, commanded me.  Almost without
thought I sat on my feet, my knees bent double before me and pulled her
ass onto my legs, using them as a cushion; I was rewarded when her legs
wrapped tightly around me, the heels of her feet digging deliciously
against my lower back.  Like some automaton, I pulled those fingers
from their frantic plunging.  I brought them to my lips, half raising
the nubile girl in the process and balancing her carefully on my upper
thighs.  As I frantically sucked those fingers into my lips reveling
once again in the taste of sex and lust that was my entire existence, I
felt the soft yet coarse tendrils of her pubic hair tickling at my
balls.  As I slurped the tangy nectar caked on her fingers, I looked
down to see her beautiful pussy, stunning pink framed in caramel
chocolate, with my rigid member sticking straight up.  It appeared
almost as if we were one, joined at the center of our sexes, with a
single massive rod rising from our union.

Without thought, I readied myself, one hand painfully bending and
guiding my turgid cock to the entrance of her femininity.  The feathery
touch of her vaginal lips against the yielding head of my cock pushed
me over the edge.  I released control of my body to the boiling essence
of my lust - and plunged myself into the young woman below me.

Ecstasy.  Revelry.  Earth-shattering, wanton joy.  There are no words
to describe the feel of my cock plunging into Beth.  The feel of her
very tight, very warm canal squeezing like a vice against my intruding
flesh sent shock waves through me that I had never felt before.  As I
bottomed out within her, the head of my cock pressing hard against some
soft yet unyielding layer of flesh far inside of her sex, I knew the
ultimate joy of sexual release after an interminable period of
sustained anticipation.  It was more than I could take and I felt the
pumping of my organ within her as I released my cum.

I heard a muffled scream of release, a wonderful sound of blissful
happiness.  At first, I wondered what could make that muffled sound.
That it was Beth's voice was evident, but the muffling puzzled me.  At
first, I thought she had covered her scream with her hands...but as I
continued slowly plunging my hard shaft within her, I realized that I
was holding her hands in my own, using them as leverage as I moved
within her.  I looked up to see what could possibly be masking the
wonderful sound of her ecstasy.

I watched transfixed, as I saw Beth's tongue furrowing between the
distended lips that spoke of Jan's arousal.

Jan's legs were bent slightly, allowing Beth just enough room to get
the tip of her tongue into the petal of Jan's rose.  I followed that
wonderful sight up, past the heaving stomach muscles to Jan's
shuddering breasts as air wracked in and out of her.  Her face was
almost a blank mask of rapture, a gentle sheen of sweat just starting
on her brow.  I watched as her hands went lower, gently cupping the
soft facial cheeks of the nymph I was buried in.  Jan's hands pulled
the cheeks up, desperately trying to get that wonderful tongue deeper
inside of her.

One by one, I released Beth's hands, my own hands coming to grip her
waist.  Invariably, Beth's hands wrapped around Jan's legs, providing
her leverage to pull her face higher.  Slowly, Beth's tongue burrowed
deeper into the soft folds of Jan's sweet pussy as her face slowly
rose.  I nearly came when her face finally buried itself in Jan's sex,
her chin meeting up with the short, straight mass of Jan's miniscule
pubic hair.

I did cum, again, with a bellowing roar of release, when Beth's chin
waggled up and down and back and forth against Jan's lower body.

Slowly, gently, I lowered Beth's ass to the ground in front of me, my
body shuddering in greedy need as my cock temporarily pulled out of
Beth's body with a squishing plop.  A muffled whimper was Beth's only
response.

Slowly, I pushed Beth onto her back, fighting her death grip on Jan's
legs.  I needed to enter her...and I couldn't do that with Beth half
sitting.  Her wails of despair turned to grunts of pleasure as I
resumed my plunging within her.

"Oh, god...yes, Mikey....fuck my pussy...." Beth moaned, her head
slowly shaking from side to side.  I couldn't help but oblige her, my
body and mind melted into the insatiable lust of the potent juice.

A movement caught my eye, and I saw Jan slowly moving out of the
way...but I would have none of that.  I needed the sexual release of
the woman I loved...needed it in some intangible way that only I could
see or feel.

With one hand I stopped her, my hand easily encompassing her shin.  I
pulled her back to the position she had been in before, one foot on
either side of Beth's head.  My hand rose to grip her thigh, and I
slowly pulled down.  She fought me, briefly, her legs trembling in
indecision.

"No, Mikey," she whimpered softly, her hand moving to dislodge my own.
She succeeded, briefly, but I softly ran my extended finger along her
canal.  "Oh God!" she exclaimed and when I once again resumed my grip
on her thigh, she no longer fought.

I watched, transfixed, as the woman of my dreams slowly lowered her
dripping cunt onto the face of the young woman I was slowly fucking.

Beth didn't mind, her arms encircling Jan's legs and pulling her down
more insistently.  Once more I was treated to the sight of Beth's
tongue slowly disappearing within Jan.  I watched as Beth's lips slowly
came in contact with those of the woman I loved.  I watched as Beth's
tongue shot out suddenly to flick at Jan's clit.  And I came as Jan
finally succumbed and settled her sweet ass on Beth's face.

My gentle plunging into Beth didn't even slow as I shot rope after rope
of my cum within her.  It was glorious...but it wasn't nearly enough.
I just continued to slowly bounce my hips against Beth's own, watching
as her chin moved and wriggled beneath the woman I had come to love.

I bent down and suckled at Beth's large, firm breasts constantly
flicking my tongue at her erect nipples.  Her answer was for her ass to
bounce off the ground, capturing my cock within her, only to lower back
to the ground as my cock slowly removed itself.  Over and over again
she rose up to meet my thrusts and the only consequence was the
difficulty I had in keeping control of her breasts enough to flick my
tongue at the nipple.

The bouncing of her ass had another effect that I didn't notice
immediately.  As I opened my eyes, my lips pursed around the bouncing
nipple, I noticed that each bounce wriggled Beth's chin more and more
against Jan's body.  I don't know how long I watched that glorious
spectacle before Jan finally decided that the gentle wriggling wasn't
enough.  Her hands went to the backs of my shoulders as she started
thrusting her pelvis back and forth, riding the face and tongue of the
younger girl with abandon.  The sight of Beth's face, coated with those
juices was enough to set me off again...and my release brought another
one from Beth.

I sped up.  I was tireless with lust and I never wanted it to end.  I
wanted to pour my seed into this beautiful Nubian sex goddess until she
could hold no more.  I wanted to fill her to over-flowing and then fill
her some more.  I would not be denied.

Jan's wailing scream cut through the twilight like a knife and the
sight of her slight deluge on Beth's tongue was almost enough to send
me over the edge yet again.  I had found, however, that making that
deliciously stressful moment before release last for seconds, minutes,
or hours could make the final act of cumming so much more enjoyable so
I held back.  Jan fell of to the side, her body trembling in the grass.
  I couldn't understand how she could be finished so quickly...but I
didn't really give it much thought.  There was still so much to do.

I didn't hesitate as I lowered my body onto Beth's, curling my body so
my mouth could reach hers.  Our tongues dueled for a moment and that
wonderful mixture of Jan's pussy juices and Beth's spit was a taste
made for the gods.  With a whimper, I pulled back and started licking
Jan's release from Beth's face.  I needed to eat of Jan...needed to
have her.  As I finished cleaning Beth's face, I could hold back no
longer...and Beth matched me stroke for stroke, scream for scream as we
both came.

I was starting again, Beth's wicked little smile encouraging me as her
glazed eyes looked at me unseeing.  I was slowly working myself back
and forth into and out of Beth when I was pulled back and off of her.

Jan was there, pushing me off to the side, settling herself between
Beth's legs.

"No...stop, Mikey," she whimpered, her voice a shattered blend of lust
and love.  "You've filled her to over-flowing.  Now I've got to empty
her."

Before I could even think of what was happening, Jan lowered her mouth
to Beth's distended sex, her tongue plunging within her to sample the
heady mixture of my and Beth's combined cum.

For a moment that was an eternity, I watched Jan's face burrowing into
the young girl's heady pussy.  I watched as Beth grabbed Jan's ears,
pulling them harder into her snatch as the younger girl started
thrusting her hips into Jan's mouth.  Jan's eyes fluttered, her nose
buried within the crinkled curls of the caramel-skinned girl's pubic
hair.  Just the sight of this wonderful woman's face buried into the
14-year old's crevice was enough to have my cum spurting through the
air, covering the two women's bodies in ropes of my release.

I wasn't done, I whined internally.  The heat that covered me was
beginning to rise again and I knew that I needed to find release.  I
began to move my hard cock to Beth's mouth when I noticed Jan's ass
wiggling delightedly in the air.  Indecision wavered within me and I
was unable to choose between those two delicious journeys.

The indecision kept me immobile for a moment that seemed like an hour.
With a cry, I moved to Beth's head and touched the hard head of my cock
to her lips.  Without even opening her eyes, she opened her lips wide
and accepted my hard member into her mouth.

There was no subtlety involved.  Beth's cheeks hollowed as she sucked
at me and her gentle tongue found the tender underside of my member.
She accepted me deep in her throat, her teeth gently grazing down about
4 inches from the base of my hard on.  For my part, I slowly fed her my
hard cock as I had fed her pussy just minutes before.  I fucked her
face, my movements gentle but unyielding.  I worried that I might hurt
her, that she might not be happy with this intrusion - but then her
eyes opened and found mine and the look of love and lust that was
evident there dispelled my worries.  Her arm rose up and wrapped around
me and her hand pulled me even harder into her suctioning mouth.  She
pushed to increase the pace and I was in no position to argue.

Over and over I plunged my cock into that warm, wet orifice, enjoying
the feel of her tongue swiping across my glans, ecstatic at the feel of
her suctioning lips taking me deep, and overjoyed at the feel of my
hard helmet disappearing deep into her throat.  I let her orchestrate
my movements with her hand on my ass, speeding up when she asked for it
and slowing down when she demanded it.  Her chest was heaving and her
face took on this glazed look that was equal parts love, lust, relief
and release.  Her eyes opened up wide and she screamed her orgasm all
around my turgid cock.

It was enough.  I emptied my load into her mouth, feeling her pull off
so she could get the taste of my juice on her tongue.

As I pulled back, my cock regretfully removed from her soft, supple
lips with a sad pop, I watched as she opened her mouth showing me my
jism on her tongue.  I was transfixed as she rolled my huge offering
around her mouth, keeping her eyes on my own the whole time.  I nearly
came again when she closed her lips and her throat made those little up
and down motions that signaled her swallowing.  It was almost a
denouement when she opened her lips to show me her empty mouth.

Jan, however, had not stopped.  That became more than evident when Beth
once again crested the waves of desire and began screaming her release
weakly.  The monster cum seemed to go on and on and Beth's body
thrashed and jiggled as wave after wave of wonderful release washed
over her body.

I turned to Jan, but as I moved to look at her, my eyes came into
contact with her ass, wiggling in the darkening light.  Her lower half
called to me and I answered it on my knees, moving behind her as she
kept our young friend rolling over and over into sweet release.  My
first thought was to plunge within her but as I touched my hard cock to
her sweet core, I was distraught at how dry it was.

"No...no...Mikey," she called to me, her mouth removing itself ever so
briefly from Beth's hot cunt.  "I'm...I can't...I'm sore..."

I'm not sure I really heard what she said but I reacted anyway.
Slowly, I lowered my face to her ass and swiped my tongue up her
wonderful crevice.

"Aaieeee," she screamed, the latter half cut off as her mouth returned
to where it currently belonged - attached to Beth's bouncing cunt.
Beth had grabbed onto Jan's hair and was using it as a lever to pull
Jan into her overheated pussy while her ass bounced up from the ground
to drive Jan's tongue and nose deeper into her.

I licked, I sucked, I moved my tongue into her and all around her sex.
I tasted of her lips and nibbled at her hard clit.  I pressed my nose
into her crevice, the tip coming into contact with her succulent
asshole.  I raised my head and drove my tongue inside that crinkled
rosebud, pistoning it in and out as I would my cock.   I could not get
enough of the woman I loved, and I alternated licking up her lips to
flick at her clit, plunging my tongue into her delectable cunt, running
my tongue across the crinkled ring of her anus, and plunging my tongue
deep within her ass.  Over and over I worked, no longer caring, only
concerned with bringing this wonderful woman all of the pleasure I
could.

It worked...I heard Jan scream into Beth's muff in release, her body
trembling and her tasty viscous fluid coursing out of her hot cunt.  I
watched her intently, gauging her towering release and just as she
seemed to start descending from that summit, I slowly pushed my length
into her until my stomach came into contact with her hard, round ass.

She screamed anew as I bottomed out in her, the hard helmet of my cock
pushing at a hard obstruction within her that seemed almost to open up
to me.  As I began my thrust, the liquid fire of her release coating my
cock, she screamed yet again...and Beth screamed with her, frantically
driving her hips into the face of my beloved.

I didn't stop, and she kept screaming her release over and over and
over again.  She seemed never to stop coming, never to stop screaming
and Beth seemed to ride the wave with her, screaming out her release
over and over and over again.

After a time, her release slowed then stopped.  Her head was still near
Beth's sex, but I had the feeling she wasn't doing anything because
Beth's hand seemed to be cupping herself down there and her arm was
moving feebly.  I, however, had not released yet and I needed to
desperately but for some reason I couldn't, I could only continue
plunging into her, never stopping, coming close to cumming but never
quite getting there.

"P...p...please, Mikey," I heard Jan whisper, her voice drained and
throaty.  "Stop...please...I can't...I can't...take it any more.
It...hurts."

Compassion filled me and I stopped and slowly removed my turgid shaft
from within her soft pussy.  As I did, however, the heat within me
began rising again, threatening to consume me.  I frantically moved my
hand on my cock, the copious amounts of Jan's secretions providing a
silky smoothness to my hand's efforts.  It wasn't enough, though...I
wasn't going to reach release this way...and I whimpered in
frustration.

It winked at me.  I swear her asshole winked at me and called me to it.
 I heard it singing to me, asking me, begging me to take it.  I could
not refuse its melancholy call and moved forward, the hard helmet of my
turgid shaft contacting my beloved's rosebud.

"Wha...Mikey?  What are you...OH MY GOD!" she yelled as the hard ring
of her ass yielded and the head of my cock plunged within her.  I
continued and an inch or so pressed into her.  "Oh...GOD!  GOD!!  OH!!!
NO!!!  DON'T!!!" her screams filled the air and I was confused.  It
seemed as if her ass was sucking me into it but her words were telling
me to stop...and I couldn't cause her pain.  Very slowly, I began
removing my rigid member from her ass.

"What are you...Mikey?  No, Mikey...DON'T!!!  DON'T STOP!!!  FOR GOD'S
SAKE, DON'T STOP!!!"  She screamed at me, raising my confusion even
more.

"I can't hurt you, beloved," I called to her as I slowly withdrew my
cock, millimeter by millimeter.

"Michael Devan!" she screamed at me.  "STOP!!  If you remove your cock
from my ass, you'll never get it again!!" She continued her screaming.
"I'll never have sex with you again.  MY GOD!!  That's SO....DELICIOUS!
 So...NASTY!!!  Yes...I have to...fuck my ass, Mikey.  Dear god in
heaven, FUCK MY ASSHOLE!!!"

I stopped, confused, dazed, unsure of what to do.  She didn't seem to
be hurt...she seemed to want it.  I was beginning to start my slow
thrust again when the matter was taken completely out of my hands.
With a loud, keening grunt, Jan shoved her ass back at me hard.  In one
wonderfully terrible moment, my cock was buried to the hilt in the hot,
tight hole that was Jan's ass.

"AIEEEE!" she screamed, her voice trailing off into a kind of keening
whine.  "So GOOD!  God, that's SOOOO FUCKING GOOD!!!  I...I never...I
never knew....it's like there's a nerve that's going straight from my
asshole to my pussy...so good...come on Mikey...fuck me with it...pound
that cock into my ass.  Oh, Mikey...we're going to be doing this
again...we're going to be doing this a lot..."

With a wry grin, I began plunging into Jan's ass again and again.  "If
I had known," Jan continued her mumbling dialogue.  "If I had
known...SHIT!...I would've been doing this....uh....a lot.  Harder,
Mikey.  Fuck my ass harder...I want to feel your hard, wonderful,
rigid, stiff, monstrous COCK lodged deep inside my ass.  I want to feel
your cum filling my asshole...filling it to the rim....over-flowing my
asshole.  Please...please Mikey...I need it...please..."

I obliged pistoning harder and harder into the woman of my dreams.
Over and over I mounted her; the tight, hot, wonderful sensation of her
ass pushing me to the edge over and over and over again but not letting
me leap over.  I needed the release that just would not come.

A movement caught my eye and I watched as Beth wriggled around until
she was under Jan, her face sliding over to Jan's sex.  An electric
charge went through me as Beth's hands contacted my own on Jan's waist.
 I felt her pull herself up slightly...and then Jan screamed
again...the final whine muffled as she dipped her head into the lovely
mulatto's sex.

The two women came again and again while I just continued to pound into
Jan's anal orifice.  It was right there, just out of my reach, that
cataclysmic cum that would end all cums.  I needed it...I needed to
feel my release inside Jan's hot ass, but it just wouldn't come within
my grasp.  The heat rose within me, blocking out all thought.  My
entire being focused in the confines of my plunging appendage - there
was nothing else for me.  My world shattered and broke, but still I
couldn't bring myself off.  I fell into delusion, reality no longer
holding any sway over me.

I imagined I saw my sister, hiding back in the trees.  She was nude,
her beautiful, long, red hair whipping around her creamy skin.  Her
succulent breasts were full and wonderful and they called to me, in
some ways stronger even than Jan's sweet mounds had called to me.  They
begged me to take them, screamed at me to lick them with my lips and
tongue.

In my waking dream, I watched her as she watched us; an uncomprehending
look of love and lust but above all a towering envy written large
across her features.  Her left hand was squeezing and pinching the firm
white mound of her right breast, the taut, erect nipple constantly
being thumbed.  I saw the fingers of her right hand plunged between her
legs, moving themselves in and out, a shining coating of her girl goo
glistening on every outward thrust.  Transfixed, I watched her fingers
move to her mouth, her delicate tongue lapping her juices from her
fingers, only to have her fingers returned to plunging back within her
bare, hairless pussy.

It was a dream, so I watched her, not as a brother but as a man lusting
after an absolutely beautiful girl.  I imagined it was my mouth licking
the juices from her fingers.  I imagined it was my fingers plunging
within her...then, in a flash of brilliance, I imagined it was my hot,
hard cock fucking into her with abandon, making her scream out her
orgasms one after another after another as Beth and Jan were doing now.

As my dream continued, as Jamie's fingers plunged back into her hot
pussy, her eyes rolled up my body to meet my own.  Even through the
glazed look, I could see a strange look of fear replace the envious
lust that had been emblazoned there...but when I only licked my lips in
need and abject desire, she threw her head back and came, her fingers
moving to her mouth to muffle the screams of her orgasm.

Finally, in wonderful release, I joined the delusional image of my
sister.  I came within Jan's ass.


I don't know how much later it was.  I don't know how much time had
passed.  I remember cumming again in Beth's mouth...and once in Jan's
mouth...and again in Beth's hot, wet pussy.  I don't know how long it
took, though...only that I was exhausted, lying in the dark, Beth's
small, frail form curled up to me on the left and Jan's gentle
breathing cuddling up to my right.

I moved a little, trying to get comfortable without waking the two
women I held in my arms...but I was only partially successful.

"You awake, Mikey?" Jan whispered sleepily, her hand caressing my
chest.

"Um...yeah...I'm sorry I woke you."

"Mmmm...no worries.  Certainly nothing to be sorry about...that
was...WOW...." She whispered, a mixture of awe and contentment vying
for control of her voice.

"No," I replied suddenly, pulling the woman of my dreams closer to me.
"I do have to apologize.  I'm feeling a little guilty about Beth...but
I know now that you were right.  She might've died if we hadn't done
something...and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if that
had happened.

"I'm also sorry that Beth and I have...um...history," I continued,
eager to confess my sins.  "It happened on the trek to explore the
island...we decided to swim...skinny dipping...and I fell asleep.  The
next thing I know, I awoke to Beth's mouth...uh....Beth giving me a
blow job.  I wanted to stop it...but it felt so good...I...I
couldn't...no...I could've...I didn't.  I'm sorry."

"Mikey, shh," Jan put her finger to my lips, and I could just barely
smell the faintest aura of sexual arousal clinging to them.  I felt
movement in my limp cock...but I quickly pushed those thoughts from my
head.  "It happened before we decided to be together - you don't have
to explain.  To be honest, I'm not sure if I would've been able to stop
if I had awoken to that young woman between my legs.  I understand."

"That's not all," I whispered, wanting desperately to let my confession
run its course.  "I'm sorry that you had to watch this because of
my...pig-headedness.  I should've just done as you asked.  I'm most
sorry, though, that you had to drink that fucking juice again to get me
to do what had to be done."

Jan was silent a moment, her breath even and regular.  I was just about
convinced she had fallen back asleep when she cuddled tighter into me.
"That's something you don't have to be sorry nor worry about, my love.
I...um...I didn't take any of the juice."

Her words startled me.  I thought back to all of the acts we had
committed.  "You didn't....but how?  Why?"

"You have to believe me," she began.  "I had no intention of doing
anything...I just wanted to watch to make sure that neither you nor
Beth ended up...well...you know."

"But," she continued.  "When you kept trying to choose me over
her...and when I couldn't drag you over to her...I just decided to lead
you a little bit.  So I took my clothes off and had you follow me to
where you needed to be.  It didn't even occur to me that I was
straddling Beth's body...I was just trying to get you to...er...fuck
her.

"You surprised me when you pulled her up like that," she said as I felt
her tracing a path around my left nipple.  "Before I knew it, she
was...she was eating me...and at that moment...I was lost..."  Her
words held just a hint of fear and concern in them.

"I told you before that I'd always wondered what it would be like...to
be with another woman, I mean.  When you and I and Sam got
together...well....I told you that I liked it.  The only thing I didn't
like, really, was that the effects of the drug kind of clouded the
whole experience for me.  I mean, I know what went on...but how much of
that 'like' was me and how much was the drug?"

"When I felt Beth's tongue on my clit...it was like an electric shock
shot through me.  I thought for a moment about taking some of the juice
so that I didn't have to be in control of my actions - but I decided I
wanted to find out if I really liked it...or if it had just been the
juice talking."

As the seconds ticked away in silence, I thought about what my love had
just said.  "And...um...what did you find out?"  I worried out loud,
though I knew the answer in the deep dredges of my heart.

"After what went on, do you really have to ask?" My love replied
quietly.  "I could've walked away at the very beginning...it would've
been easy to push you away.  When you pulled me down, though...when you
accepted my little...um...perversion...I wanted to find out more.  And
I found that I liked it.  I liked it a lot.  As a matter of fact, I
kind of...um...loved it."

"Oh."  It was all I could say as my world crashed around me.  What else
could I say?  The woman I had come to love, the woman I had finally
realized that I wanted to be with had been mine for less than a
day...before she found out she was a lesbian.

Jan shook beside me and I thought for a moment that she was crying
though I couldn't figure out why.  After a few minutes, though, I
realized that the shaking was actually laughter...and I grew even more
confused.

"Oh." Jan laughed, her voice a cruel mimic of my own.  "You big
doofus!"

Her hands sought out my face and pulled it down to hers.  She kissed my
lips, lightly at first and then with a savage hunger.  Her tongue
plunged into my mouth and all I could do was kiss her back, wondering
what the hell I had missed now.

The light of the moon let me look at her eyes as she broke the kiss.
Her face, however, only moved an inch or so from my own and I found I
could look into her eyes.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," she intoned solemnly, her
hands holding my face captive.  "I love you, Mikey.  With all my heart.
 Now that I've finally captured you - now that all of my years of hard
work have finally born some fruit - I am NOT going to let you go.  Get
used to the idea...you're mine.  MINE.  So don't get any ideas.

"Just because I like being with a woman now and again doesn't mean that
I'm trading this," and she grabbed playfully at my crotch, "for that.
Besides, it won't be like you're giving up anything...we'll be sharing
my playmates, you know.  And if the young woman in question isn't into
men...well...maybe I'll just loan you out to someone else."  The last
was said with an evil little laugh that somehow made everything all
right again.

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