**Nicole**
“To sweeten the mouth, to stuff the cunt, these are the subjects of today’s philosophical picnic.”
Carl´s hungers are intermixed and so is their saturation.
We two and seven other couples have made a delicious school trip for the social Lovemaking on Sunday. Heirs brought their mistresses to Uncle Tom´s Point to be enthralled by the Upper Falls. We are now cuddling on blankets, guys rummaging in the baskets. The air smells by nature of various distillation as I and Carl are gnawing on licorice in turns. His eyes are gleaming, brighten by the rapids, his left hand behind the front slit of my skirt where the black panties can be admired.
“Your lady’s storage stayed empty of food for ages. What do you think is the best thing I can put there?”
This is the trick. He doesn´t like fawning and wants me to give it a thought and stay on topic.
“Hmmm, you might be interested to know how herrings swimming in my love drops taste like… Although they say vag is unpleasant if fishy. You might add some garlic cloves. If you savor it gladly, I hope you will repay me by that Māui-shaped dildo you are building.”
“Built. I have been thinking about a little test drive on Tuesday, perhaps. No herrings, but there is a meat that should use some flavoring.”
I should pick points when they are offering themselves.
“Pity you didn´t bring it. You could put meat to tasty hole and dildo to the hole you are not licking.”
He was tardy. One couple was boning for three minutes by now.
“So I would soil you and you would vibrate inside?”
“Softer and passive, but also hard in mercilessness. My shrink used to say I´m the girl who likes to eat a cake and have it.”
He howled and laughed.
“The best saying ever!”
Nature breaks are a tremendous change of the regime. The craftier girls are buying their guys’ trust by giving them forbidden blow-jobs.
Inspired, I unzipped Carl´s lid and lowered his briefs, my fingers catching the foreskin. I held the cock´s beak, I crumpled the johnson´s raincoat. The young blood sprang up the hose and the biggest wang that ever sprout for me bulged its purple head beyond trousers.
Carl took a bite of a wiener from the basket, but changed his priorities and cleared the way, relegating the waistband of trousers to his knees. I wouldn´t suck him, the hand will lure the cum out of the hiding and he´ll lose the vitality for my holes…
He was red with excitement. I was jerking it slowly to not make it a hasty job, but with a rhythm that the last dirty slut uses to give the impression of an even more lecherous animal than the guy is.
“The bus is returning!” Carl said and cursed.
Nobody wanted to stop their leisure activities. Some heirs were physically unable to get out of intercourse… Something not shameful between them and inmates was a little different when Dorothy came to see them.
“You must continue in the facility!” she said. “The prefect has ordered alert drill over his section of the Yellowstone!”
In the vehicle´s stiffness, I didn´t have regret the uncompleted hand-job.
“A+ for you, Ms. Xiong!” Carl was in this relationship somewhat formal. “We have more than an hour and we´ll spend it on the dance floor.”
“Don´t you want me to finish you?”
“No! I´ll finish you. You´ll be dancing without panties and we´ll see how many times I can poke the foof!”
No waiting for me to answer, he titillated my crotch and his forefinger started to circle in my underwear, graceful like a dolphin. I started to like bumping on the way…
I can be pleased from foreplay to orgasm. I´m no longer weirded out when Carl is fucking me, while I don´t rest from preparing the cheese spread which I´m giving him on the sandwich to recharge after the ejaculation. Post-coitally though, I think about Peter again. He could be often selfish in bed but he wanted to be a knight protecting me, asking about my worries, sharing his disturbances, planning how we will ease them when married, reciprocal, and thinking things through.
Could he betray me without hesitation by siding with people who dehumanized me?
The best course of action would be to call him, it is my turn.
If he betrayed me, he will do that again and all the gals partaking…
As if I didn´t remember what Claudia has told me.
“Santagnac has now ten times as many clients! Attractive women can appear exposed only in our media and not all come voluntarily.”
She was almost sure her photographer will erase the record about the call and won´t expand on his New Order persona. She also didn´t reach any of her relatives.
She expects me to take up the torch. Misled. Carl teaches me what the Bachata is. Bachata differentiated by the fuckhole on display and the manly hand in it thrice per minute. Bachata with two orgasms…
Carl decided I won´t be needing panties all Sunday, which occurred to him as I stripped from today’s dress. Going back to the room exclusively in the bra was nothing in comparison with the ignominy of the first day, my name here really should be Nicole Public pussy.
Roommates of mine have fallen to some comforting mode. Claudia is nude and tight-lipped. Alice talks to herself about that awful fantasy thing. Ruby is swallowing antidepressants. Patricia dreams about the cats. If the lesbian plays they were entangled into fazed them, I will be set apart once more. I must get some hobby besides meditating when I feel like it.
The four… Were waiting for me, not stiff. The vibrant expectancy was as much for them because I was supposed to join the gang at the table and unseal one of the five letters.
“Nicole!,” Patricia said. “Way to go, girl The first time you are a recipient too since we were issued the belts! I told pals we need to read it all for one and one for all. Nicole is a good bitch. So what she isn´t slut?!”
Pat is everybody´s friend as it develops in some persons who are showing everything in the middle of the bar. I have never asked her which one of her folks was white and which black but the descendant of two races turned out fair, wild, and cuddlesome.
I delayed it, so I quickly handed the letters out, names printed on the seal. The principal´s text was identical in each peace.
*Dear inmate,*
*you might have been wondering about the purpose of the recent PE lessons that you have been practicing this week. I will now explain to you. The next Sunday our facility will be visited by the four students of the Paladin institute Horatio – Enzo Romano, James White, Hubert Graham, and Jack Johansson. This is not meant to be a symbolical event. You will be interviewed by them for their research, entertainment, and assessments. Your conduct will be directed and measured when the time comes. The inciting of their staying here will be a giant sporting event. Just like when the school year started and you fought each other, celebrating the Heirs, you welcome the Paladins, divided into the two teams – Pirates and Burgeois. The conscription card is attached to this very letter. Tomorrow your training as a part of the team will begin. Show me the passion and the will to serve!*
*Sincerely,*
*Principal Daniel Mayson*
The card identifying me as a part of the Pirate team was stuck below. I´ll be there with Claudia, Ruby, and Pat. Only Alice was made Burgeois.
“Gonna be fun, sailors,” Ruby said. She is not so merry recently, her soft smile showed an honest preoccupation.
“Don´t cut my throat with your metal hooks, girls,” muttered Alice.
“They are not worth the effort,” Claudia said. Quarrelsome in the relation to Paladins, disastrous if she spoke about men in general. The way I think when Peter is not simply Peter.
How is Buddhism applicable? Western religions are about decorating the house, eastern ones are about leaving it. I lived not engaged to the man, I should rewind and make the clinging perish… That is dull. Spirituality of the thought, of the consciousness, illuminates the solutions. One can find models previously unforeseen. Like seeing your mind as running water polluted by grains. Our troubles are that grains turning into stones and rocks. Water can dissolve them. I have created my suffering. Who was in wrong? I could be not certain.
I have no reason to suffer. I can ĺet him explain his wrongdoings.
“Claudia, I disagree. I’m going to request my bonus!”
Others likely thought I want to trounce the new element. Claudia granted me my wish without hesitation, putting the browser into the sleeve of the Homemaking outfit. Wardens, accustomed to her authority missed out that I… left out the chastity belt.
Conspirators are lifting the barbell. I couldn´t think up a better metaphor for the soft but unrelenting resistance. I was lifting in the exertion, slowed down in general. I was entering every number in the isolation like a kid reciting the alphabet. It rang and Peter Answered: “How can I be of service?”
An obliging, nimble boy. Man of my past talks to me.
“Peter, I´m happy to hear you..”
“Nicole! They kept their promise, they kept their promise. Why am I not seeing you?”
I want his arms holding me, but even if he came to the gym to take me out of here…
“Peter, this is a secret link. You have expected to hear me?”
“Yes, they told me and guys from the entire country that if they or their women won´t break the law, they might speak to each other. ”
I got a whiff of the rotten stuff. “Peter, they said you spoke with them. You spoke highly about my “qualities”.”
“Of course, I told them what they wanted to hear, so they would be kind to you and I could apply. We will marry as we wanted!” That was a good excuse for the situation but what was it saying about the character?
“Peter, I´m beaten and sleeping with another here!”
“I-I´m crossing every day in the calendar. The date they will release you, that will be my actual birthday and anniversary.”
“I´ll not live as before, you know that, Peter?”
“Most of the reforms… These are just like things always were…”
“They were a source of great satisfaction for your side Peter, that is why you came to terms with them. I’ve loved you. I was sleeping with you. I brought you Pervertorama Guidebook, all you had to do was to pinpoint the page! And in the day you were bragging about my working skills to the face of your North Korea father.”
“You will be the servant wife for the first six months. I will give you ascended status, I promise, you will be allowed to work! The net is now calibrated so that millions of women will combine housework and the paid home office.”
“I’ll have two jobs then, while you will lay with some white big-breasted second wife!”
“I don’t want any woman but you, Nicole! You are the spring for the all year long! If you have no problems with having a boss at the workplace, then why can’t you have one at home?”
“You said you wished we would start the company and I’ll be the president!”
He wept shortly.
“Nicole, ever since they assured me I might talk to you again, I´m building a house. I told my parents I want to live a new life in a new place but the truth is you might be there alone, you and whoever you will want to spend your time with. Just like you will be working from distance, I´ll be checking on you from distance. I don´t need to touch our children. You will organize most of your life if that is what will remind you of the normality. I-I hope it does not because the absence of you is the absence of my sight, absence of my taste and I want to be close to you. If I won´t be boss in our house, I´ll be the one who comes for you, wherever you will choose to be!”
Peter has some feelings and he has the negotiator in him.
“I know how you feel, Peter because I am in love with you.”
He breathed a sigh of relief.
“I have a personal question for you.”
“Yes?”
“I was faithful to you… What are you wearing right now?”
Your dick feels the same. You might have been honest with me.
“I wear those horrid kinds of skirt and blouse American housewives were covered in during the 50´s. And you will love this part, I have no panties underneath but I have retained the black brassiere with silver symbols.”
“Great. Hike your skirt up and caress your thighs.”
Not a lot of people are doing this working out but there are exceptions to everything. I did as he told me, copying Peter´s moves from our nights, slow and amorous.
“Ow, you are so gentle.”
” Not so gentle that I wouldn´t want to see your breasts. Undo your blouse and make the milkers peek from the bra!”
I have given some oxygen to my small tits and I have pulled the bra, so I could imagine he is squeezing them together. The other hand was playing with my wet pussy, no finger clean.
“They are yours, Peter! My heart burns from my love, my chest burns from your lust. I will be your servant wife for the rest of my days!”
“Bend in the waist, Nicole!”
Jesus. Ten more seconds in my vag and I will come. So I raised my forefinger and changed his aiming.
“I have you in my ass, Peter, I´m crushing you, I´m making you cream my buttocks!”
“AAAAaaahhh, Nicole, that´s so much juice. You are future servent wife, come here to clean up your mess!”
The masturbator was giggling blithely.
Alrighty almighty, my hands were for a serious washing but my emotional part opened its hidden chamber and it was inundated with bile. I have found myself with Carl for another Lovemaking out of billions and as he clutched my wrist, the voice of Peter inside gave a sob, called me a spring that will live as it chooses and I could not malign him. Carl, wary that something is different, overloaded his Māui-shaped dildo and I slide down to B-, anticipating the dreadful freezing punishments.
On the two consecutive days, PE was intensified in the same vein as we tasted in the previous week. On Wednesday, the selected inmates were halved into the teams publicly, three dozen of women in each one. Starting by today, the Burgeois ladies were cultivating their constitutions in the pink two-piece swimming suits with ruffles. The sexy pirate crew was outfitted in the archetypical attributes – striped panties girded with small golden chains, headscarves, and Jolly Rogers on the brassieres. Ekström in the position of team captain had a right to a triangular hat. Roberta Brunkow in the role of Burgeois mayor was rising high by the length of a cylinder.
Her wife Sylvia passed to the Pirate team, most of the privileged ones and co-lectors did and they dined in the unified eclectic legion. On average, the sea looters recruited more celebrities, and that included Stacey and her roommate Therese.
“When I finished the mudsters and saw your picture, I told myself we are demoralized sportswomen,” Stacey confided to me and cut off the lobster´s tail. “But strangers mustn´t be bored in the carnival. Not by the rogues. ”
Can I endure be so coded?
“Will we catch them by surprise, closer to our true purpose?,” I said. Ruby bit her spoon by the looks of it.
“We all have a specific destiny,” Stacey said. “Therese is aiding me. Zita aids by her intelligence.”
Underages from her room were the members of the Burgeois. The rest of the Shieldmaidens Raid cast swore on the black flag.
Therese was playing with the onion circle on her fork. “Come to see her, Nicole.”
Yeah, Zita´s turn with the browser.
“Anyway, the Paladins will come just in time,” she added. “They won´t ignore the act of goodness.” Therese crunched on the onion and turned towards the top of the table where Ekström and Lolle Mandervile were kissing for good luck.
On Sunday they have woken us at 5:30. We changed to the masquerade before we could eat. Breakfast was served to us on the dismountable furniture next to the paved road, the long stuck-out tongue rooted in the mouth of the stadium left dormant for weeks. Ekström was the nicest game explainer one could wish for.
“How will you kick enemies asses and how they will, God forbid, kick yours? I won´t be in the field with you but that doesn´t mean I wot be bossing you around, hehe. Each team has a base and the object that the other one has to steal and transport to their base. Ladies, we are victors by default. Pirates are the thieves, Burgeois just hoard!”
To sum it up, Ekström and her bodyguard Manderville are going to stay on the base, minding its top position. Two other persons will beat the crap out of any invader reaching the shore. The very thing real buccaneer will be striving for on the motorboats.
The captain took a snap of us with the laptop. We were not able to say “cheese” ballgagged but the yellow floating terrace should be used as a template for artistic depiction of an idyllic mousey afterlife.
Although the auditorium was empty, the siren roused us to be on guard. Ekstöm climbed the tall umpire chair, Stacey and someone named Lewandowska have been given staffs and the spots around the styrofoam replica of a treasure chest. The same hustle rallied the team on the far distant brown platform. Docked motorboats got four ladies – one to drive, one to waterski behind, the net thrower in the hand, and two to swim, bound by the long leather girth to the bag with a waterproof paintball gun.
I am an excellent swimmer, so I wasn´t protesting my position. It was just that offensive part brought back the shameful “Day of the living dead” moniker I christened the paintball play, where I shot seven of the nastiest boys in town and the next one drew the attention to the “mortal wound” I received before I kicked off the carnage.
The auditorium had well over the third of the seats occupied. I haven´t discerned the faces, much less the eyes, the laid-out lust was scorching my form. I chilled my temples in the soft waves. The second sirene…
The water surface was reflecting the grey sky, streaked colorfully. Heirs showed up in flamboyant shirts and jackets. However, in the top row above the Burgouise I spotted the coherent line of bright red hooded seats. Nobody sat there and I know who will. People appropriated other empty places and half of the top row stood up, clapping to the four guys for whom the exclusive area was earmarked. Their butts went down and the third sirene was a normal incentive to the action. The minute and half that followed was ingenious as a warning of the punishment, like a rabis-infected flock of wooden birds false singing and creaking.
“The Pirate lampoon started the game!” the mechanical voice announced.
The chair was emitting a faint vibration and jingling. I guessed it right that Ekström is executing a task on her laptop. Loudspeaker said: “Pirate captain to her minions: Boat ridden by Cabrera stays as the primary protection. I order other drivers to engage the enemy base!”
Engines vroomed and the boats set out on a journey. I was swimming forward, my costume and the gear scantily cladding me were the burdens I wanted to throw away. An independent skin diver would use the disarray…
I thought about it in relative peace. Part of the conjectured situation came true when the teams collided and I heard how the boats sounded their hulls.
In a game that no girl wanted to play, I could have opted for an unconcerned assortment of the miscellaneous racket. The nets were swishing, the balls were breaking into blots of gelatine, and some heavy objects – marked gals I presume – fell down with a thud.
My boat roamed on a free area of the surface, foreshadowing an easy debarkation.
The optimistic impression came to the end in an unwelcome twist. The net-thrower, our hindmost member, was enmeshed by the others net. She fell forward and two gals used her as a bridge. Crap, these were Alice with Cindy. They paintballed the driver and on the board pulled our girths. A few paintballs stirred up my position but none hit me and I, the face half-immersed, have unlinked the girth, whisking the hook towards Alice´s hands. I swam to the opposite side to reclaim it, not hurting my friend exclusively and to provide assistance to the second gunner. The combatant defending herself emerged her head sporadically.
I didn´t know the girl by name, she had to be freshly legal and the back of her neck was tattooed the image of a chess field, with figures crashed, burning as if they were cars. She was handy with the gun of her own and my distractive adeptness climaxed in Cindy being shot by both. She hunkered and we jumped to the boat, water pouring from us in strings, our feet squelching in a little lake.
I hit Alice in a snappy shot. Then the boat shook. The driver of the attackers was in control of the biggest weapon in the game. At this point, I wouldn´t guess the fourth sirene pop out, not until the match is over. It preceded to the resounding voice of prankish man, commenting on action that he paused.
“Hello. I´m Hubert Graham and this show was crafted for me and my friends. Kudos to the people involved. But we can´t be the only ones to think the fight is slaughtering both sides too fast. The girls are dropping like flies. You would believe these are guys fighting them. So I am introducing the new rule. All shot girls are resurrected as mermaids. They can´t leave the water and they will attack submerged members of the opposite team. Starting now!”
Mechanical voice of the loud-speaker stated: “Rule accepted!”
Paladin´s order gave me time to take over the steering. The vehicle was lightened of three persons as the former driver, Alice and Cindy hopped to water, so they would enact a new spin on the diversification.
Emptier, the boat was leaping as a response to the hostile clashes. Our net-throwing gal had it worse but that was not saying much. The Burgeois base was within close view and I would swim there easier if the mermaid sharks weren´t set on us. I stepped on the gas and attached the girths back to me and the tattooed girl. The crash put us out of the course and balance. We jumped to the water, running boat all but flipped over. We shielded ourselves behind the top side and pulled it back. We stood upon the prow that didn´t fail us, it bore down the shore of the “hostile” artificial island. I have undone the girths and turned off the engine.
Roberta played her keyboard instruction as we passed by a ladder of her chair, bodyguard silent and ruminative. „All Burgeois boats not fighting to concentrate on base´s defense.”
I had no illusion about the potential returning forces but she could use them. Nearby the second pirate group debarked, consisting of Sylvia, the young Gutiérrez, and one muscle mountain, possibly might have been the scandalmonger from the initial Lovemaking theory. They went, fully armed, to the raised center. Movie stars I never cared about guarded object for catching – imitation of a strongbox.
We castaways quickened our pace. One or the other should have realized earlier our guns went missing but with pursuers not slacking off the chase, we sought some semblance of an advantage. In the fight, one movie star hit Gutiérrez over fingers so fiercely that she threw her gun to her calves in anger. I picked it up and shot downside. That eliminated the guardian and I targeted the relentless one. The ballgag impeded my teamwork and I shot the neglected tattooed girl. I have made an ass of myself, run out of ammo, and created two mermaids as these walking corpses went splashy.
Covering behind the strongbox, I saw that muscle mountain knocked the second guardian unconscious but I couldn´t come out yet as she, Sylvia, and Gutiérrez were avoiding the attacks from pursuers and about three floating Burgeois boats. The next vehicle kept getting closer. Crap, it had our Pirate treasure on board!
*You are an ignorant goose*, my freedom-loving inner voice sneered at me. T*his isn´t the Olympics and you are not a national hero*. I´m not some ne´r-do-well either, I responded to make it less illogical and looked for a Pirate boat. One was winning its battle unharmed in the process. The strongbox was in my hands one second, flying in the air for a few next ones and landing next to the boat in the same minute. I pointed to the enemies who stole our chest.
They left so, so hastily and I charged to flat cake – as Carl would put it amorously – sneaky in the raving crossfire. I squeezed into the tail of Sylvia and the muscle mountain. We took a sail on their boat. Battle of the trophy vessels had no victor yet and could… Oh no, the strongbox was floating on waves we were plowing through.
I jumped without considerations. This time I was swimming voluntarily. An inch from the object I was scratched on the left shoulder by the supposed mermaid. A stronger arm slapped me. I saw the faces are belonging to Stella Varick and… Gash, Zita Woodroof!
The underage girl knocked me on my head and held my arms under the surface. She waved her hand without hitting me. She dragged me to the rear of a not distant Burgeois boat. Someone overzealously shot me to the nose. Zita swam to pester Pirates endengaring her island.
I became a mermaid too, converted by Zita´s merciful tactics. What now? I could say fuck it and do my duty as a catcher of aquabelles. Hmmm… If they ask, I tell them I haven´t seen any. I swam partly back to the central combat zone, displaying my purple spot. The strongbox was thrown over the surface. And so was the treasure chest. The boats were zigzagging nonsensically, I should worry. I dove a couple of times, finding the biggest safety a few inches from the trophies. I did my best seal and balanced the strongbox on my forehead. Stella grabbed the chest, mirroring me. I sent the strongbox to our positions. Cabrera herself fished it out and turned her boat around. She was quick but Burgeois boats were about to enclose her… She had to put all her agility into that throw.
Strongbox has touched the Pirate base. The boats stayed where they were. Foolishly I doubted if there is something yet to be done but the stadium was sounded out by that grating Pirate lampoon.Real pirates would murd… Yay, we won! Nicole Xiong is triumphant! Not dishonored this time!
My earlier instincts proved correct, however. The sirene acquainted us with a new sleazy Paladin.
“Hello, James White here. I know teams are to go to their bases and can count on the different treatment but losers should never have it any easy. Burgeois will all wait for their sentence in water and in due time some gadgets can do whirlpools to enliven their loss. As for Pirates, their victory came through the hands of two lasses – Asian and Coffee-like. When the team regroups, I want them to come forward, fully exposed, taken off the ballgags, and wait for the transmission of my wishes.”
His desires weren´t unpredictable. But the system included the requests to the program, so I no matter how disappointed, had to conform and comply.
I climbed up on the boat, while Burgeois wrinkled, splashing. On the base, Ekström patted all her three dozens and she led me with Cabrera to the edge, leaving us to her little celebration when we stripped. Wardens on the arriving vessel took off our ballgags and gave me a simple headgear, streaming my sighs everywhere. I alone heard that insufferable voice.
“Tell them you are..”
I said what he wanted: “I am an obedient horny cunt and I will let myself shagged by the worn-down smelly pussy of the Latina whore. It was my secret wish that our noble guests guessed.”
Nobody reacted but Cabrera.
She came forward, her tongue outside promising the French kiss. She stroked my hip and I fell in the panic. My legs spread up, I was forcing them to stay that way.
Cabrera laid on me. Closed eyes didn´t convince me that my shoulders are between Peter´s manly arms. No, these feminine fingers are taking away movement from me, clasping my elbows not to bend, to resist or gather pleasurable touches. It was dirty, her face rubbing against mine, her large breasts shaming my small results of Asian heritage.
She was using her head and most importantly, her waist. Her swollen labia was invading my slit and I could feel the burning from years of professional love rider.
Did she have many girls in the past? Passionate Mexican seňoritas whose lust could not be sustained by seňors? Closeted American dykes from Bible belt, who could not tell daddy? Speaking for myself, I sensed the long muscle memory in that pussy.
“Hey, Slant eyes!” James White told me. “Cry. I want to see you don´t like it one bit!”
I cried from the intense fire Cabrera was kindling in my loins and I cried from the remembered words of Peter, sweet even as a weakling. I cried because I had so few friends with whom I could share this niceness.
Cabrera reacted to the twitching between my legs that came from inside. She turned us on the side and moved like a teenage boy. She took my left hand, opening my most intimate space and she revealed a spurt of water that eclipsed my tears.
“I am satisfied!” James White sounded more ceremonial. “Asian is cool, kicks butt, and will use her whole body to make her way through. That is why I will try to get her hand in marriage!”
It took several minutes but someone in the sound office came up with the acoustic culmination.
Bells.
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