Men were not always tossed into the exact cage they had been in previous nights, and each cage could hold two males. The cages were made of bamboo and about 7 feet high and 7 feet wide.nnJeff and Martin happened to be doubled in the same cage on this warm balmy evening.nnJeff immediately fell to the cottony strips of fabric on the sands of the cage. "Good Lord," he said in a faint whisper. "Is that all these women want from us? Tickling our feet and procuring our sperm?"nnMartin, who likewise lie on his share of the fabrics, said, "I guess you are new and don't know the story."nnJeff turned to him. "Finally! Can you tell me what the fuck is going on here?"nn"Since my charming wife, Madame deSade, has a big mouth, I learned a lot more than I think most men who've been enslaved here have," Martin began. "I am not sure of the origin of these savage ticklers, but I think they may have been young girls who crash-landed here years ago. There were men who tried to take advantage of them, and raped them, and the guys were summarily killed, I believe, but not purposefully. The leader of the men was apparently very angry every time one of the young things tickled him to try and get them off of their bodies, and damn," Martin cried, "I can understand that! Anyway, somehow, they stumbled upon this sappy substance out of one of the big trees on the island, and they found out it could immoblize a man, and they also found out it could make him extremely horny. Whether the men found it or the girls, I don't know."nn"The beeba powder?" Jeff asked.nnMartin grimaced and closed his eyes, "yeah, beeba!

The following story contains some of my favorite kinky things: cream pie eating, feet and toe licking and sucking and gratuitous dirty talk. I have attempted to employ stereotypical language by my female character. It's hard enough to write correctly, having a person speak incorrectly was a challenge. nn*nn"To twenty wonderful years of marriage to the most lovely and sexy wife a man could ever hope for," Larry toasted as he looked at his bride's warm face and inviting smile. Liza blushed and smiled at her husband and with a chuckle in her voice she replied, "Larry's it's not our anniversary, it's your fucking birthday."nnLarry lowered his head, a little dejected at turning fifty even thought the years had been good to him. His health was excellent, he wasn't over weight and he didn't even look forty. But, the calendar told him differently and the idea of being fifty was just a little scary. After all sixty was only ten years away and retirement, social security, and medicare. How did all those years pass so quickly?nn"Hey, your still my fuck stud, aren't you?" Liza teasingly asked, knowing how much Larry liked to hear her talk dirty.nn"You bet I am, slut, and I plan on showing you tonight," Larry cajoled back. "As a matter of fact I am going to have you sucking my cock on the way home." Larry added with a dirty smirk.nnLiza just smiled that his plan for the evening was about to be changed; it was all she could do not to start laughing. Just then Larry's cell phone rang, it was his boss Bill Bright. Liza watched Larry's countenance fall as his boss told him he needed him at the office tonight to handle an important overseas conference call. Liza smiled at the first step in Larry's birthday surprise, a surprise hatched and planed by both her and his boss.nn"What's wrong, Honey?

It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home.nnChapter fifteen: The TV Presenter's tale. The African AmbassadornnAfter the enactment of Enid's fantasy of a gang bang in the harem of a Sultan, and the story about the stately home orgy, Julie persuaded Enid to end her special day of sexual excess by showing the guests her party trick. Although she remonstrated at first, Enid eventually agreed.nnJulie placed a large cut-glass bowl in the centre of the coffee table, inviting the guests to arrange themselves round it. Enid slipped out of her robe, got onto the table, squatting over the bowl. The guests all peered eagerly at the exposed vulva, for no matter how often she had displayed it to them, everyone was anxious to examine it again. As they were every vulva!nnEnid was fairly tall, with sloping shoulders and small rounded breasts, set close together on the front of her chest, with almost girlish pink buds for nipples. Her hips were slender with prominent thigh bones, and between them, the sparse light hair covered her flat mound. The outstanding feature of her vulva was the surprisingly large clitoris, now obvious in all its glory between the squatting thighs.nnThe small puffed lips, ridges of brown-coloured flesh, did little to hide the pink valley with its main passage clearly visible, though protected by small buds of flesh. The other small slit was clearly visible below the clitoris. The labia started just below the clitoral hood, running down each side of the central valley, meeting below the vaginal buds.nnEnid pulled her outer labia apart, looking down into the bowl.

It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter's related a tale of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards. During the afternoon, adventures in the park during the dark hours gave Delia a taste of sex with strangers.nnChapter Seventeen: The Actor's TalennAfter dinner, the guests made their way into the lounge where coffee was ready with mint chocolates and liqueurs. The brandy decanter and port were placed on the centre table for the guests to help themselves. After everyone had settled down with their chosen partner, Julie invited Jake to tell his story.nnJake was an actor, a milk chocolate coloured young man of African origin, with a strong-looking forward thrust of his thighs. All the women guests had sampled the delight of his powerful, handsome cock sliding in and out of their well-lubricated vaginas, and some had tasted the copious emission from it. Enid in particular, had savoured the delicious sperm, rolling it round her cheeks and under her tongue, before allowing it to trickle down her throat with a cat-like smile.nnWith a friendly face, those smoky dark eyes coloured people often have, close-cropped curly hair and a firm jaw, he was fully relaxed. His six foot frame, seemingly all legs and arms, lounging all over the cushions of the settee. He glanced round the couples as they settled together. It was incredible to think that, since he had become stranded with the company manager, Emma, in this isolated, high-class roadhouse, he had screwed all the women there with the exception of Gertie. She was curled up beside him on a settee, her left breast visible in the top of the gown she was wearing.nnHaving inadvertently gate-crashed an exclusive week-end orgy party, with couples from the society pages of the glossy magazines, he couldn't believe his good fortune!