The Jungle Room and The ascent to the Sage

Based on the work of BradentonLarry, in 6 parts.  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Clubbing in Eros.

"Maybe I should have been expecting this," Don said.

"What?" Victor asked.

Don frowned. Where to begin? he

thought. First of all, there seemed to be an actual little jungle

inside the Jungle Room. Though there was a park-like lawn stretching out

in front of them, there were palm trees and thick, jungle vegetation

all around. 

Don

could hear the distinct sound of monkeys and other jungle critters

playing, and doing whatever else they do, from the deepening shadows.

Then there was the open sky overhead. Although it was quite shady on the

floor of the "jungle" they could see the blue, cloudless sky as it

began to darken toward night. Strategically placed torches and a few

bonfires would keep the place from getting too dark. Finally, there was

the quite undeniable fact that the place certainly seemed to be quite a

bit bigger on the inside! Don considered going back outside to walk

around the building, and then pacing the inside off just to make sure,

but then decided he would just go with it. And, he decided, if none of

this bothered Victor, who was he to trouble the big guy's mind?

Walking

a few paces in, to get out of the doorway, Don paused to look around

and get his bearings. On the right, there was a sandy area, with a big

bonfire in the middle. At some distance from the fire, there were quite a

few lounge chairs arranged in a rough circle around the fire and open

area. There were a few people lounging there at the moment. Continuing

on counterclockwise, and moving deeper into the micro-jungle, Don saw a

raised platform with cushions and pillows; it really looked like a huge

couch, or a sectional unit taken to extremes. Beyond this, Don made out

several tree houses, accessed by ladders, as well as various sorts of

beds, couches and blankets scattered about the more or less open areas

between the trees. In the distance, he thought he saw a cave of some

sort. To the left of that and closer to the entrance, seemed to be a

pool, designed to look like a natural pond, complete with a waterfall.

On Don's immediate left, then, was a large wooden structure, raising

several stories from the floor.

Don,

followed closely by Victor, turned to this complicated building within a

building and climbed the few stairs that led up to the wide

deck-platform that was the first floor. Right in front of them was an

open area that was apparently used as a dance floor; there were several

couples dancing slowly to the music that was playing, as well as a few

solo dancers, all of whom were in varying states of undress. Off to one

side was a row of stripper's dance poles, around which danced a couple

of almost entirely naked young women, and, at the far end, a strapping

young man wearing nothing but a loin cloth. Don could also see, along

another side of the platform, a set of comfortable chairs, one of which

was being used at the moment as a platform for some very enthusiastic

sex. Across the dance floor, there was a refreshment bar much like those

that had been in the Manor, and a set of stairs leading to the upper

floors of the structure.

Before

they could go any further, a striking woman with long legs, large, firm

tits and long red hair falling down over her shoulders and down her

back in an unruly tumult came up to them; she was wearing a diaphanous

green silk "skirt" that was really just a pair of broad strips hanging

from a narrow belt around her waist that covered her sex and her butt

crack before falling down between her legs. She also wore a heavy gold

necklace that hung between her generous breasts. She smiled at them and

said, "Hello, welcome to the Jungle Room, would either or both of you

like to dance?"

"Hi," Don smiled, "I'm still looking around, but perhaps Victor here would."

The woman looked Victor up and down with obvious approval while the big, muscular man returned the favor.

"Hello, Victor. I'm Vixen. What do you say, big fella, wanna dance?" she smiled.

"Sure," Victor grinned.

Don

smiled a little himself, watching the two of them moving toward the

center of the dance floor and then begin dancing, while he was thinking, "Vixen"? What an odd name. He

looked around again, deciding where to explore first. His eye was

caught by the long, black hair of one of the women dancing on a pole,

and he decided to move in that direction for a better look.

Her

hair was thick, straight, hung down to her butt, or would if she

stopped moving long enough, and was a lustrous black that gleamed darkly

in the rather subdued light of the Jungle Room. Her skin was a reddish

brown. She had long, slender arms and legs, full breasts and a lovely

rear. As he drew closer, Don thought she was most likely of Native

American extraction, perhaps South American. She was wearing a dark red

skirt with slits that ran all the way up to her hips on each side, gold

bracelets and anklets, and a gold necklace that was more of a choker,

hugging her slender neck closely. He noticed that she had a black ring

on the middle finger of her left hand. Her breasts were bare, and her

dark nipples seemed to beckon to Don. He saw that her face was lovely,

and then she smiled at him with a friendly, playful light in her eyes,

and Don decided he would tarry here for a while. He stopped behind the

stool set in front of the dark beauty's pole and asked, "May I?"

She smiled again, and said, "Please do, welcome to the jungle."

"Thank you," Don smiled back as he sat down on the stool. He was already trying to place her accent.

She

spun herself around the silvery pole in a gravity defying display of

strength and grace. Her hair was flung about in a wide, beautiful arc.

Her skirt flared too, displaying her sexy legs to considerable effect.

Don was struck by the way her body moved about the pole in a wonderful

combination of the athletic and the erotic. He was already finding

himself mesmerized by the dancer's beauty and sensuality. She came to a

stop, with her arm wrapped around the pole, leaned against the pole, and

said, "This is your first time to our jungle, isn't it?"

Latin, but not Spanish or Mexican, Don thought in the back of his mind. He said, "Yes, how could you tell?"

"I

would have remembered you," she smiled as she slid from the pole and

glided toward him. She bent down and took his face in her hands, looking

deeply into his eyes. As he was looking back into her dark brown gaze,

he thought, Portuguese? Then she was

kissing him lightly and all coherent thought flew away. Don's

perceptions and mental processes were abruptly focused entirely on her

lips touching his and the fragrance of her perfume. As she pulled away,

only a moment later, a deep sigh slipped from his lips.

She smiled and laughed a little and said, "This is how we welcome visitors."

Brazilean! Don's brain exclaimed triumphantly, but his mouth was murmuring, "That's a very nice welcome."

"I'm

India," she said as she began to dance in front of him, her legs on

either side of his knees. Her hands were moving over her naked flesh as

she swayed in time to the music. Don was having a hard time knowing

where to look; not that there was any proper place to look or not look,

but that everywhere on this woman's body seemed to be the best place to

focus his attention.

"I'm Don," he finally managed.

"It's

good to meet you Don," she smiled, pronouncing his name more like

"Dohn", which he found utterly charming. "What have you been doing

before you came here?"

Don chuckled, "That's a long story."

"I like stories," she purred in his ear before kissing his neck.

A

shiver ran through the length of Don's body, and he breathed in her

scent again. "Um," he attempted, "well, I guess, it begins in the

Manor."

"Ah, yes, I've heard of this place," she nodded.

"I

woke up with my friend in a bedroom there," he managed as India

casually untied the knot that held her skirt in place and dropped the

garment to the floor, exposing her pretty, bare pussy.

She

straddled his lap and sat down, placing her warm hands on his shoulders

and looking him in the eye. Don's hands moved up along her firm, smooth

thighs. Remembering the rules of his non-Eros life, he half expected to

be told "no touching", but of course such a restriction was foreign

here.

"Your friend is the man dancing with Vixen?"

"No," Don laughed. "That's Victor, we didn't meet him until much later. My friend's not here right now. She's at Ladies Nite."

"Ah," India nodded. She began to caress his neck and shoulders, and Don continued to stroke her legs idly.

"Well, um, my friend and I didn't know where we were or how we got there, or even how to get out of that room."

"That must have been frightening," India said, as her hand moved over Don's bare chest.

"Well,

it was certainly strange. I think my friend, Toshia, was more concerned

than I was. We were all alone for a bit, and very confused, but then

some other people showed up... Well, they fell into the room actually!

They weren't much help – well, they were helpful in a sense – but they

were too horny to really answer our questions."

India smiled broadly and nodded, as her hand made its way down to Don's lap and began to caress his already hardening cock.

"Uh, well, we did find our way out of the room – well, Toshia did – and things got stranger after that..."

"What do you mean? How stranger?"

So,

Don began to tell this beautiful woman about his adventures in the

Manor, all while she listened attentively and continued to pull and

stroke his now very hard cock. Occasionally she asked a question,

laughed, or otherwise expressed interest. As he talked, Don let his

hands roam over her warm skin, caressing and exploring. Now and then she

would lean in and kiss his neck or his shoulder, and he would sometimes

lean forward to kiss her breasts. He was about to tell her about the

maze in the garden, when India decided they had waited long enough. She

rose up off Don's legs and shifted forward, pulling his straining cock

forward. He felt her hot, wet pussy against his head, and then the

exquisite sensation of entering her warm, moist sex. Don groaned as she

slowly but steadily sank down on him, letting his cock fill her. With

his hands holding her waist tightly, Don kept her down on him, and India

began to rock on his lap, working his cock in and out of her, while

grinding her clit against the base of his thick cock. Her hands came up

and clasped his face, pulling his mouth to hers. Their kiss was long and

passionate as she rode him there in the Jungle Room. Don reached around

to squeeze her beautiful ass in his hands as he struggled to push

himself even further up inside her. India shifted back and forth against

him, grinding herself against his body, while his tongue slipped into

her mouth, slipping over her smaller tongue, and while her breast moved

against his chest, their nipples brushing against each other's.

When

their mouths parted at last India slipped her strong, thin arms around

Don's neck and tossed her head back, letting her mane of jet black hair

fall down over her back. Don paused a moment to revel in the sight of

this gorgeous creature riding his cock here in the middle of this

strange junglesque setting. He took in her long, beautiful neck, her

full, heaving breasts, and her red-brown skin, now shimmering in the

torchlight with a thin sheen of perspiration. Then, he lowered his head

to kiss her chest, first between her tits and then made his way to each

nipple in turn, pulling and sucking on them, pinching them between his

teeth now and then. This last elicited a happy whimper from India and

she rocked against him with even more insistence. Don, his cock

straining up inside the exquisite grasp of her pussy, pulled her forward

and down, making sure she was rubbing against him as much as possible.

Then, he felt her hands moving around to hold the back of his head,

keeping his mouth on her breast, where he was sucking hard on her left

nipple. Don heard her moaning at the same time he felt her body

beginning to shake against him. Her pussy pulled and squeezed at him as

she climaxed. Don held onto India as she rode his cock trembling and

groaning with what seemed to him like a very long, satisfying orgasm.

She

finally relaxed her grip on his head and he was able to pull back and

smile up at her. She blushed a little and smiled back at him. "That was

beautiful," she said in her wonderful accent, "but I'm not done with

you."

Before

Don could even think of objecting, the lithe beauty slipped off his

cock and lap, and knelt between his legs. India gave him a wink with her

dark brown eyes, as she took his very hard, slippery cock in her hand.

She pulled it forward a bit, and ran her pink tongue up along its

length. Don shuddered as she reached its head and lingered there,

fluttering over it, licking her own juices off it. Then, she was sucking

his head into her mouth. Her pretty eyes looked up at him as she began

to move her mouth up and down, taking more and more of him into her

mouth and then her throat. Don shuddered and felt a low groan building

up in his throat. He was barely aware of the fact that quite a few

people were watching the two of them, but he couldn't take his eyes off

the vision of the gorgeous woman sucking on his cock. She had a tight

grip on the base of his shaft as her lips moved up and down on his

shaft. He felt her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock and

her throat squeezing around his sensitive head. Almost without

noticing, Don moved his hands up to either side of her head and held on

to her gently, keeping her there as she sucked on him insistently.

"Oh

god!" he cried out as he finally closed his eyes and let his own orgasm

erupt. At first all he could feel was the intense sensation at the base

of his balls and shooting through his entire nervous system. Then,

gradually he became aware of the fact that he was pumping jet after jet

of hot cum into India's mouth and throat. He opened his eyes to see her

holding tightly to him as she took all of his cum in. He felt her

swallowing repeatedly. Don's body was shuddering and twitching as he

very slowly came down. India didn't take her mouth off him until she was

sure she had gotten every last drop of cum out of him.

"Wow!" Don breathed. "That was amazing!"

"Thank

you," India smiled, giving his cock a little kiss. She laid her head

against his thigh as he stroked her thick, black hair happily. Don found

himself thinking he would have to thank the resort's gate for insisting

they enjoy the resort before leaving.

"That looked like fun!" said a woman's voice from over Don's shoulder, and he felt a light hand touching his left arm.

India smiled and said, "It was. This is Don, Jaden."

Don

looked back and up to smile back at the slender woman with reddish

brown hair falling past her shoulders. She had great, slim legs and full

tits that looked large on her petite frame. Her cheerful smile was

infectious, though Don realized that might just be the great orgasm

talking. Then he felt India's hands on his thighs as she drew herself

back up in front of him. For a moment, Don found himself sitting there

grinning between two beautiful naked women. I really do love it here, he

thought to himself, meaning the Jungle Room, the resort and Eros at

once. He noticed now that India stood with an undeniable air of

confidence and even authority. There was something regal in her bearing.

"I think it's time for a game," India smiled at Don and Jaden. "What do you think?"

"That's a great idea!" Jaden nodded.

"I'm always up for a game," Don agreed as he stood up, a bit unsteadily.

"Come

along if you want to join the game," India called out to everyone in

range of her voice as she began to saunter over to the steps down to the

floor of the "jungle". Don followed along after her swaying backside as

if he were bewitched.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Jaden asked with a wink.

Don smiled back at the pretty little redhead and said, "I think that might not be strong enough. Are you a regular here?"

She

smiled back. "I'm here pretty often. I heard some of the story you were

telling India. It sounds very hot. I'd love to visit that place. Is it

far from here?"

"I'm afraid so," he nodded. "I'd offer to take you there, but our flying carpet is broken."

"A flying carpet? I've never seen one of those," she frowned a bit. "Why does it sound so funny?"

Don

looked at her carefully, thinking again about how much people

remembered from their lives outside Eros. Apparently Jaden didn't

remember that magic wasn't supposed to work, but somehow managed to hold

onto the notion that a flying carpet was somehow wrong.

While

all of this was going on, they had followed India down to the thick

grass of the floor and to the open lawn-like area spread out in front of

the club's entrance, where there were six large colorful blankets

arranged in a circle around a thick, squat wooden post with a flat top.

Don was quite positive those blankets and that post had not been there

when he and Victor had come in, and it looked like that post was set

quite firmly into the ground.

"Oh, the spinner game!" Jaden said happily.

India

smiled warmly at her redheaded friend and walked toward the post, which

came up to just under her full breasts. She beckoned to Don, who was

quite happy to come closer. He saw that there was a very basic spinner,

like the kind you would use to play a game of Twister, on the top of the

post. Beneath the spinning arrow, the top of the post was clearly

divided by thick black lines into six sectors corresponding to the six

blankets.

"The

women go to a blanket, then the men spin and go play with that woman,"

India explained. She held up a good-sized hourglass, which she seemed to

produce out of thin air, and said, "When time is up, they stop and come

spin again."

Don nodded and grinned, "Sounds like fun."

"It is!" India smiled back. "Now, how many people do we have?"

Both

Don and India looked around and did a quick head count. There turned

out to be six guys, including Don and Victor, and eight women, including

India, Jaden and Vixen, who was now pretty much naked, just like

everyone else.

"I'll keep the time," India decided, and then said, "Rain and Lena do you mind sharing?"

The

trim brunette with the long dancer's legs and the curvy blonde with

very long straight hair looked at each other, giggled a bit and said no,

quickly moving together to claim one of the blankets. The other women

each took a place, as India explained the simple rules to the guys.

"When I call 'time' you have to stop," she said seriously, but with a

mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Don and Victor, it's your first time,

so you go first."

Don

gestured for Victor to go ahead, and then watched as the big guy spun

the little metal arrow, which finally stopped on the sector matching up

with a gorgeous woman with an amazing body and long black hair with

silver streaks running through it. While Don had to admit that there was

no losing in this little game, he hoped he didn't have to wait too many

turns to get paired up with that beauty.

Don

spun the arrow and found himself paired with an adorable woman with

beautiful full breasts, thick red hair, sparkling eyes and an infectious

smile. She flashed Don a big grin as he came toward her, and said,

"Hello there," with an unmistakable Australian accent.

"Hi," he smiled, and then added, "I'm Don."

She looked him over in a very friendly way and said, "Pleased to meet you, Don. I'm Bella."

Don was vaguely aware that there was a bit of a hold up as one of the guys had to spin again.

"Sometimes

we just play that you go wherever the spinner sends you, but India

seems to want to make sure things are evened out – for now, anyway,"

Bella explained. Somehow Don was picking up on a bubbly enthusiasm in

her voice.

Don

took the time to notice that counterclockwise, to his left, the next

blanket had Vixen and the one after that had Jaden, each of whom were

paired up with a male Jungle Room guest. To his right, or clockwise

around the circle, were a blanket with a staggering beauty with long

brown hair and then the blanket with Lena and Rain, each blanket also

now graced by a guy. Victor and his partner were directly opposite Don

and Bella on the circle.

"OK," India called, "time starts ... now!"

Bella

wasted no time, stepping up to Don and slipping her arms around him. He

felt her soft breasts pressed against his belly as he leaned his head

down to kiss her upturned lips. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth

for his tongue and pulling him even closer to her. Don felt his cock

rising between them, and then Bella's hand slipping around to take hold

of it, pulling and caressing it.

It

was hard to tell whether Bella was drawing him down or he was lowering

her to the blanket, but somehow they ended up lying together, still

kissing passionately. His hand moved up between her smooth thighs and

his fingers were stroking her outer lips, already moist with her nectar,

while her hand continued to move up and down on his now very hard cock

with a tight grip. Don's fingers slipped between her lips and began to

push up into Bella's warm pussy. He was very happy that she was so wet

already. He worked his fingers slowly up into her, pausing for a moment

to find and tease her clit with the end of his thumb. She groaned into

his mouth and squeezed his cock still tighter. Don pushed his fingers

further up into her, pressing his palm against her clit. As he began to

fuck his fingers in and out of her grasping pussy his palm ground

against her clit. When they finally broke their kiss for a bit of air,

Bella gasped, "Fuck!"

Don smiled and leaned in to kiss and bite at her neck, which elicited a low, "God, I love that!"

Around

him, Don could hear the sounds of other women and men beginning to get

quite worked up. It was a heady situation. Then Bella was saying in his

ear, "You need to fuck me with this big cock of yours, Don."

Don was about to say, "It would be my pleasure," when India's voice called out, "Time!"

Don

left Bella with a smile and a kiss, and returned to India at the post.

This time Don went first, and was pleased to be directed to the blanket

on which Jaden reclined, waiting. On his left, counterclockwise, was the

gorgeous woman he'd noticed earlier, along with one of the guys Don

didn't know; on the right was Vixen and another guy. Don made a mental

note that he should start paying more attention to men's names. None of

this mental orientation and reflection distracted him from the woman at

hand. As he knelt down between her long, slender legs, Don smiled at

Jaden and said, "At long last."

Everyone must have quickly spun and sorted things out, because India shortly called, "Begin!"

Don

grinned at Jaden as he leaned over her reclining body to give her a

kiss. He planned to make it brief, but she wasn't having it; she kissed

him hard and long, hungrily even. Don didn't even think of resisting,

but leaned down further, on his hands and knees over her, until she was

lying back on the blanket beneath him. When their kiss broke for a

moment, Don took the opportunity to begin kissing his way down her lithe

body. He was tempted to linger over her beautiful breasts, but had

another destination in mind and was very much aware of the time slipping

by, so he moved down along her firm belly until he was kissing the tops

of her firm, smooth thighs.

Jaden

spread her legs open for him as Don settled between them, planting

kisses on the sensitive skin on the insides of her upper thighs and

then, lightly, on her exposed labia. He felt her shiver in anticipation,

and then heard her moan lowly when he ran his tongue over her. Don

gently parted her lips with his fingertips and moved his tongue up along

her moist inner lips, brushing it over the tip of her clit as he

finished. He repeated this, and then again. He felt Jaden's hand on his

head then, encouraging him to dine more enthusiastically. Don smiled to

himself and began pressing his tongue against her harder, focusing more

and more on her sensitive clit. Hearing Jaden murmuring approval as she

began to rock her hips against the pressure of his lips and tongue, Don

began to work two fingers up into her very moist pussy. He kept licking

at her clit, keeping the pressure on it, while he fucked his fingers in

and out of her. It didn't take too much of this before Jaden cried out

and pulled his head even closer to her. Don pushed his fingers deep into

her pussy and sucked on her clit as her body clenched and shuddered

around him. He felt slippery, sweet wetness covering the lower half of

his face and his hand.

"Oh, god!" Jaden breathed at last.

Don

slowly released her clit, but kept his fingers up inside her. He was

about to see how quickly he could make her cum again, when India called,

"Time!"

Jaden

managed to pull him in for another passionate kiss, which he was quite

happy to let keep him from being among the first to spin this round. In

fact, by the time he got up from the blanket, Victor was waiting to take

his place with Jaden. Don thought Victor's big, muscular body and dark

skin were an interesting contrast to Jaden's slender frame and

relatively light complexion. Victor's cock was already quite hard, and

Don suspected the two of them wouldn't wait long before getting right

down to business.

Don

finally managed to get to India and the spinner. The beautiful mistress

of the jungle smiled broadly at him and said, "Only one spot, Don. Go

with Rain and Lena."

Don

thanked her with a smile, and quickly made it around to the blanket

where the two women were waiting. They didn't let him lie down, but

stopped him as he made it to the blanket, on their knees in front of him

and smiling up at him. Don felt like he was in a porn scene as first

the lovely blonde Lena, and then the pixie-ish brunette Rain, took his

cock into her mouth, sucking it and teasing the underside with her

tongue. When she didn't have his cock actually in her mouth, each girl

was leaning in to kiss at the shaft or underneath to lick and suck at

his balls. Occasionally, they stopped to both kiss and lick their way up

his shaft and over his head, which led them to kiss each other

playfully while Don watched. For once, Don was utterly oblivious to what

was going on to either side of him. It didn't take much of this

treatment before Don had his hands on their heads and was standing there

fucking his straining cock in and out of first one pretty mouth and

then the other. Although India had coaxed an intensely powerful orgasm

out of him, Don felt sure that Lena and Rain were about to make him come

in spectacular facial cum-shot fashion. They could sense his impending

climax and stopped sucking him. Instead they smiled up at him as Lena

pumped his cock in her fist and Rain caressed and squeezed his balls.

"Time!"

The

girls dutifully, and all too promptly, stopped stimulating him with

their hands, and Don gave a loud, heartfelt groan of frustration. Lena

and Rain laughed and each gave the head of his cock a light kiss. Don

leaned down to give them each a quick kiss before returning to India and

her spinner.

"Having fun, Don?" the beautiful India asked with more than a little mischief sparkling in her eyes.

He nodded and said, "This is a very nice place!"

"I am glad you think so," she smiled.

Don

took his turn flicking the spinner and was delighted to be directed to

the blanket where the gorgeous woman with the amazing body and

silver-streaked hair waited. He smiled as he approached, saying, "Hi,

I'm Don."

She

smiled back at him and said, "Hello, Don. I'm Emmy." He thought her

accent was Dutch or something like that. She reached out to him, slipped

her warm hand around his waist and drew him down to her on the blanket.

As he settled between her legs and smiled down into her cheerful eyes,

she took his cock in her hand, pulling it down and getting it positioned

just right. She said in his ear, hot breath on his neck, "I don't know

about you, but I have had enough foreplay."

Don

nodded his agreement, but couldn't find any coherent thoughts to

express as he pushed himself into Emmy's very warm and wet embrace.

Lying there with their arms wrapped around each other and Emmy's legs

pulling Don in, they began to kiss and fuck intently. Don was aware of

her tongue and lips pressing and moving against his, and of her full

breasts pressed against his chest as they moved, and of her arms and

legs pulling him tighter to her, but the sensations of his cock sliding

in and out of her strong, smooth pussy as it squeezed and pulled at him

overrode everything else. Normally, Don made sure to work his body

against his partner to make sure she was as stimulated as possible, but

now Don was lost to his lust. He bent his back, gaining purchase with

his knees and feet as he thrust with his legs, and held on to her

shoulders, pulling her down on him. For her part, Emmy seemed just as

intent on encouraging Don to ravish her. In fact, Emmy began to come

first, shaking and trembling in Don's arms. Feeling her pussy pulling

and squeezing at his cock sent him over the edge, and Don found himself

shoving up into her hard as his cock erupted, pumping hot cum up into

her pussy and womb. Don held on to Emmy for long minutes as they shook

together moaning.

Don

felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked over to see India's lovely face

framed by her thick, black hair. She was smiling fondly at both of

them. She leaned in to kiss Don's cheek, and said, "That was beautiful.

Let's all go over to the orgy bed."

With

a happy grin on his face, Don let India and Jaden help him up and lead

him deeper into the Jungle Room, to the raised platform with cushions

and pillows he had noticed earlier. Now he saw that there was a raised

bolster along two edges, making it seem more like a very large couch or a

day-bed on steroids. All fourteen of the people who had been involved

in the spinner game, including India, tumbled in naked confusion onto

the orgy bed.

Jaden

insisted on trying to "repay" Don for earlier, and, with some extremely

talented oral ministrations, with her finger slipping up into his butt

along the way, she quickly had his cock rock hard again. While she was

so engaged, one of the other guys got behind her, coaxed her up on her

knees and began to fuck her vigorously. Similarly, India took advantage

of Don's position and straddled his face. Don immediately began to lick

and suck at the dark beauty's sweet pussy and clit.

The

orgy, spurred on by the XYZ pumping in their veins as well as the

erotic, torch lit jungle environment, went on for what must have been

hours. Some of the people drifted off and some newcomers joined in, and

Don lost count of how many women he had fucked, kissed and licked. Some

moments stood out, of course: watching Jaden enthusiastically riding up

and down Victor's thick cock; fucking Bella's tight ass while she had

another cock in her pussy; fucking himself in and out of Vixen's very

talented mouth and throat as Victor rammed into her pussy from behind;

watching Emmy and Lena in a very hot 69...

Then,

as things were winding down, the guys who were still functioning ganged

up on India, each one, and sometimes two at a time, taking their turns

cumming inside and on the beautiful woman. Don sat back and watched

happily, lost in a happy post-orgasmic daze, until everyone else was

done. Then, he took his place between her legs. She smiled up at him

sleepily, and murmured, "Yes, Don, fuck me."

He

nodded, and pushed his cock up into her very wet and slippery pussy,

squeezing quite a bit of sticky white cum out of her as he did. Slowly

and deliberately, he fucked himself into the jungle queen, holding onto

her nearly limp, sweaty body, lightly kissing her full lips. She moaned

as another in a very long line of orgasms swelled up inside her

exhausted body, and Don pushed into her as his cock swelled and flooded

her sex with his last cum of the night. Stroking her hair and kissing

her forehead, Don laid her gently back on the bed.

He was asleep before he was able to pull out of her.

Don’s Monks at the Abby of Records

The Abbey of Records

At

the top of the rocky path, which had actually been occasionally

augmented by actual steps cut into the stone of the mountainside, the

little troop found something of an expansive, broad shelf. A stream fell

tumbling down the mountain, and formed a rushing brook that cut across

the shelf in front of them, running right to left, on its way to join in

the wide lake that dominated the level area.

 For

the most part, the place looked like a well-tended park or picnic

ground. On the other side of the brook was the other distinctive feature

of the green shelf: a stone building, or a tight complex of buildings,

from which sprouted a tall tower of pinkish stone. Toshia thought the

building, or buildings around the base of the tower resembled a

monastery more than anything else. As for the tower itself, with its

coloration, and the way the upper stories swelled out to accommodate a

larger space at the top, it was rather obviously phallic. That's a bit heavy handed, she thought to herself.

Although,

after their sweaty climb, which had taken several hours, the sight of

that beautiful lake, and the thought of a swim, was quite appealing, Don

and Toshia led the little troop straight for the bridge that spanned

the brook and carried the path they were on toward the tower. As they

approached, Toshia was surprised to see that there was a large, very

dark-skinned man standing there, barring the way onto the bridge. She

was pretty sure he hadn't been there a moment before. He had thick

muscles, stood at least two meters tall, and was leaning on a very large

and shiny sword. Of course, he also had a prodigious cock and a pair of

heavy balls hanging between his legs.

None

of them had had any kind of play since they had convened by the pool

that morning, prior to leaving the Resort by way of the now rather

cooperative gate, so Toshia wasn't at all surprised that she found

herself thinking she would like to see if this big, black fellow was as

good a fuck as she imagined he must be. He didn't look like he was there

to offer sex, though.

When

they got close enough, the big man held up his hand and said, "Halt."

Naturally enough, Toshia thought, he had a deep, sexy bass voice.

"Hello," Don offered. "We would like to visit the tower."

"The tower is not open to all," the man said impassively.

"To whom is it open?" Toshia asked.

"To

members of the Order and to eligible pilgrims." Toshia got the sense

that making these pronouncements was the whole point of this man's

existence. He intoned his lines as if he was an actor with a small cameo

part that he would nevertheless act the hell out of.

Don frowned a moment before saying, "We're pilgrims. We need to speak with the Sage of the Tower."

The

big, black man said nothing for a long moment as he looked the party

over carefully. He fixed each of them with his inscrutable dark eyes as

if he was examining their souls, or at least reading their minds.

Finally, he said, "Three of you may pass."

Don asked, "Do you mean the three of us?" as he indicated himself, Toshia and Nicole.

The impassive guard nodded once.

"Good guess," Toshia whispered.

"It just seemed to make sense," Don muttered.

"What are our friends supposed to do?" Toshia asked, but the man didn't even bother to shrug.

"We could wait by the lake," Shelonda suggested.

Toshia was about to say that was a good idea, but Amy chimed in, asking, "How long will you be?"

"That's a very good question," Don nodded.

Shelonda

frowned and then offered, "Why don't we go for a swim, and if you're

not back when we're done, we'll just go back down to the Resort and you

can come meet us there?"

"I

like that idea," Amy grinned. Toshia suspected Amy would be quite happy

to give up their little quest and stay at the Resort indefinitely.

"The Resort's a big place," Victor observed quietly.

"That's

right," Don nodded. "Why don't we try checking in with the Sheriff? You

guys stop in and tell her where you're going, and we'll ask her where

you are."

"I'm

not sure the sheriff will appreciate that," Toshia thought, but nobody

else had any better ideas, so the sextet split into two groups – Amy,

Shelonda and Victor heading off to swim in the lake, as Don, Nicole and

Toshia slipped past the muscular guard and crossed the wooden bridge.

There

was no sign or any other indication of where they should go, but they

could only see one door: a heavy, wooden thing of dark brown, with a

large metal knocker set in the middle of it. It struck Toshia just then

that there was nothing at all sexual about this door, the wall it was

set into, or the building attached to the wall, unless you counted the

gigantic phallus sticking out of it, of course. Toshia reached out and

lifted the clapper and let it fall. There was a very loud bang on their

side of the door. After a long moment, she banged again.

"Maybe nobody's home," Nicole offered.

Don

opened his mouth to respond to this, but before he could speak, the

door swung open. A young man with blond, disheveled hair and striking

blue eyes peered around the door at them. He was wearing a brown robe,

like what Toshia imagined monks wore, only this one looked like it had

been thrown on in a great hurry; the belt around his waist was only

loosely tied, and the brown hood fell around his shoulders in obvious

disarray.

"Um, hello," the young man said, "welcome to the Abbey. Please come in."

"Thank you," Don nodded, as he led the way through the doorway.

They

were admitted into a comfortable but simple foyer, where half a dozen

other brown-robed young adults assembled hastily to greet them. They

were a mix of men and women, but they were all in the same state of muss

as the fellow who had opened the door. Toshia could well imagine what

they had been up to before she'd banged on their front door.

"We're looking for the Sage," Don announced.

"Yes,

of course," said a voice from behind the small crowd of young people,

who quickly parted to let the speaker come forward. This was a tall

Asian gentleman who definitely looked more like a monk than the others.

He was older for one thing, and seemed to have a more serene and

unruffled demeanor. He smiled at Toshia and the others and said,

"Welcome to the Abbey of Records, we will be happy to conduct you to the

Sage. However, we have something of a ritual we would ask you to

follow."

"What

sort of ritual?" Toshia asked, remembering the rite they had

participated in the night after they had left the Manor. She couldn't

decide at the moment if she was more titillated or leery of such a

prospect.

The

tall man smiled and said, "Nothing alarming, I assure you. First we

would offer to refresh you after your climb – a bath and some food and

water. Then it is our custom to interview you in some detail about your

experiences here in Eros."

Don

and Toshia conferred silently by means of a quickly shared glance and

barely visible shrugs. They both seemed to think that Nicole would go

along with whatever they decided. Toshia smiled back at the tall man and

said, "Some refreshment would be very nice, thank you."

The man bowed a bit, and said, "Alan, please attend to our guests. I will prepare the scribes."

The

young man who had opened the door bowed lower and said, "Yes, sir." He

then turned to Toshia and her friends and said, "If you'll follow me..."

They

followed Alan as he led them into the Abbey and down a series of

corridors, all as simple, even rustic, as the foyer. The half dozen

brown-robed ... Toshia wasn't sure what to call them ... followed along

in a hushed but clearly excited train. Finally, they came to a wide,

open sunlit courtyard with an array of big stone basins cut into the

floor. Each basin was filled with clear water (of the XYZ variety, of

course) that sparkled in the midday sun. There was a profusion of

flowers all around the courtyard, filling the area with bright colors

and pleasant scents.

A

young woman with dark red hair and freckles smiled almost shyly at

Toshia as she took her by the arm and gently led her toward a

water-filled tub to the left. Toshia noticed that Don and Nicole were

each being taken to nearby, but separate, tubs.

"May I help you out of your clothes?" the little redhead asked.

"Certainly,"

Toshia smiled. It only took a moment before her sandals and dress were

discarded and Toshia was slipping into the warm bathwater. The redhead

quickly tossed her brown robe off over her head and joined her, bringing

along some soap and a big sponge. Toshia just relaxed and enjoyed the

attention as the girl began scrubbing at her skin. She only smiled as

the pretty blond Alan stripped down and joined them, helping by washing

Toshia's hair. Toshia hadn't been so well cleaned or so pampered since

leaving the Manor, and there was no question that it felt very good

indeed.

Of

course, the combination of being immersed in XYZ, the presence of the

two sexy, naked bodies, and the way her body was being touched and

stroked, soon had Toshia thinking mischievously. Her hands began to move

up along the strong legs of her bathers. She slipped her hands up and

around to give each of their bottoms a squeeze. The redhead's breast was

in Toshia's face then, and she went ahead and gave the ruddy little

nipple a kiss. At about the same time, her hand managed to find Alan's

half erect cock, so she began to squeeze and pull on that.

The

two young people laughed happily and began to caress Toshia's body more

playfully. Soon the girl was squatting down in the water next to

Toshia, with her sponge moving purposefully between Toshia's legs; Alan

was standing in front of Toshia with his now quite hard cock standing

out in front of him as he carefully, but thoroughly rinsed Toshia's

hair; and, Toshia, meanwhile, busied herself kissing and sucking on the

purple head of that sex organ as she worked her left hand up between the

redhead's legs to stroke her lips and clit under the water. The girl

leaned in to help Toshia with Alan's cock, kissing along the shaft, and

reaching up to fondle his balls with her free hand. The sponge was doing

wonderful work under the water as the redhead rubbed it back and forth

over Toshia's pussy and clit, and Toshia had to concentrate to move her

own fingers productively. She shifted a bit so that she could slip two

of her fingers up inside the redhead's pussy, letting her palm take care

of keeping pressure and friction on the girl's clit. This left her

freer to concentrate on Alan's cock.

Toshia

took hold of the base of Alan's cock with her right hand and began to

suck on his broad head more deliberately. She enjoyed the sensation of

having it fill her mouth, moving over her lips and tongue. As she felt

her body responding to the sponge between her legs and the oral

stimulation of sucking Alan's cock, she began to suck him harder and

faster, her hand pumping the base of his shaft as the redhead continued

to kiss his balls and groaned now and then as Toshia's fingers fucked in

and out of her.

As

it turned out, the redhead was the first to come, gasping and

whimpering as she clung to Toshia's shoulder and Alan's leg. Alan

followed soon after, his fingers tangled in Toshia's hair and the

redhead's, his body shuddering, and his cock spewing hot cum into

Toshia's mouth and down her throat. Toshia was still swallowing

hungrily, when she felt her own orgasm ripping through her body in waves

of bright ecstasy. She held onto Alan's cock and kept sucking on it

until she could open her eyes and catch her breath. Then, with a smile

and a kiss, she let it go and took a moment to look around.

In

the tub closest to hers, Toshia saw that Don had slid down in the water

so that his head was resting on a towel on the lip of his tub, and a

naked woman was – somewhat precariously – kneeling over his mouth,

enjoying the oral treatment Toshia now knew so well. At the same time, a

very generously buxom young woman was riding up and down on Don's lap;

while smiling happily and squeezing her own big tits tightly. A bit

further away, Nicole was bent over the edge of her own tub as a

particularly well-muscled young man fucked in and out of her from

behind. Toshia could clearly see that Nicole had cum splattered over her

face – no doubt contributed by the gentleman who was now running a

sponge over Nicole's back.

Just

then Toshia's attention was drawn closer to home, as a robed woman with

dark brown hair and a warm smile knelt down next to her with a platter

bearing a selection of fruit and a tall glass of water.

"Ah,

thank you," Toshia smiled, as she took an apple and the glass. By the

time Toshia had eaten half her apple, Nicole was being served fruit and

water. By the time she was done with the apple and finishing off her

water, Don was coming up for air and being offered refreshment. As

Toshia finished her drink, the girl who had helped bathe her and more

took the apple core and glass from her. Alan helped her out of the tub

and proceeded to dry her with a nicely soft towel. She looked around

then for her clothes, but was being presented with a grey robe, which

was more like a bathrobe than the monkish ones the others were wearing.

"We

thought you wouldn't mind if we washed your clothes for you while

you're here," said the smiling woman who had brought Toshia fruit.

In

short order, all three of them had been fed and watered, and were

wearing comfortable grey robes. Apparently sex time was over for now,

and they were led back into the Abbey, where they were met again by the

tall Asian man.

He

offered them a friendly smile and said, "In the interest of a more

accurate report, we would ask that you each be interviewed separately.

We have three scribes ready to begin, if you don't mind."

Toshia

was conducted into a comfortable room that she thought could best be

described as a study. There was a plain, but nice, wooden desk, a window

high up on the wall facing the door that let in warm afternoon

sunshine, a couch, and what looked like a comfortable easy chair.

Sitting on the other side of the desk, at an old fashioned typewriter,

was a man with a darkish Mediterranean complexion, and warm brown eyes.

His head was shaved, but he had a dark black mustache and goatee. He

rose as Toshia entered, showing that he was rather tall. Like the others

he was wearing a brown robe. He leaned forward over the desk and

extended his hand, saying, "Good afternoon. My name is Esteban."

"Pleased

to meet you, Esteban," she smiled as she shook his hand, a little

amused at the sudden manners after just having engaged in a little orgy

with complete strangers. "I'm Toshia."

"That's a very pretty name," Esteban smiled. "Is it short for... No? Very good. Please make yourself comfortable."

As

Toshia considered her options, her escort retired back into the hallway

without a word, and without closing the door behind him. She supposed

this was intended to reassure her and her friends. Smiling a little to

herself, Toshia decided to sit in the easy chair. When she took her

seat, Esteban likewise sat down in front of his typewriter, and raised

his hands over it, laying his fingers lightly on the keys.

"We

have some basic questions to ask to begin," he said with another

charming smile. "First, though, how do you spell your name?"

After Toshia told him, he asked, "What is the last thing you remember before waking up in Eros?"

Toshia was a little surprised at this question, but said, "Going to bed with my girlfriend, Sarah."

Esteban's fingers flew over the keyboard quickly.

"Was that at night?"

"Yes."

"Was

there anything special or distinctive about that evening?" His English

was perfectly clear, though he had a noticeable Hispanic accent.

"Not that I can recall."

"Did you have sex that night?"

"Um, why do you ask?"

Esteban shrugged and offered her another sympathetic smile, "These are just the questions we're supposed to ask."

"Who says you're supposed to ask?"

"The Sage," he answered as if he expected that to deal with any and all objections.

"What was the last thing you remember before waking up in Eros?" she tried.

"I'm

afraid I don't remember anything," he said, for the first time not

smiling as he looked at her. "I only found out that people sometimes

remember such things after I had been here quite some time."

"Does that bother you?"

He paused thoughtfully before saying, "It makes me curious."

"No," Toshia said after a moment. Then she added, "We did not have sex."

"How long had it been since you had sex before that night?"

"I'm

not sure. A couple of weeks, I think." Toshia frowned. At the time she

hadn't been particularly aware of how long it had been, but now, after

the last couple of weeks in Eros, "a couple of weeks without sex"

sounded like a very long time indeed.

"Thank you," Esteban said. "Now, please tell me about your experience when you first woke up here."

Toshia

proceeded to tell the story of how she and Don woke up together in the

Manor. Esteban prompted her to explain her pre-Eros relationship with

Don: Had they ever had sex? How would she characterize her feelings for

him? How long had it been since they had seen each other? He seemed

genuinely interested, and his fingers typed at an amazing rate without

any hint of getting tired. Toshia explained how they had started

exploring that bedroom and about the Nymphets dropping out of the

ceiling. Esteban encouraged her to describe the girls as well as she was

able, and then asked for details about her first sexual encounter in

Eros. Toshia found herself smiling a bit as she recalled the orgasm

Virginia had cheerfully given her, as well as the sight of Don playing

with all three of the girls. She eventually got to tell how she had

slipped away and found the secret door.

As

she got the hang of the level of detail and narrative Esteban was

looking for, Toshia was able to move along a bit more quickly, without

being stopped for additional detail. She gradually began to feel free to

include the occasional aside and observation. While she was telling the

story about the dodge ball game Toshia realized she was enjoying

herself. By the time she got to the Ball, and her first little orgy, in

that little side room with Lilith, Toshia realized she was getting

rather wet. She pressed her thighs together under her robe, and tried to

concentrate on telling the story.

When

she got to the point in her story in which she was alone with the Lord

in his room, Esteban began to press her for more details, about her

mental and emotional state – "What were you feeling and thinking when

you were watching Don through the mirror?"; "What was it like to have

such intense one-on-one sex with a man you'd only just met?" and Toshia

found herself extremely horny. She couldn't tell which thing was

arousing her more: the XYZ in her system, reliving her first day in Eros

in such detail, or Esteban's friendly but, almost professionally,

detached interest. Also, perhaps thanks to remembering the Player and

his companions, Toshia found herself in a particularly mischievous mood.

So, rather than simply throw off her robe and throw herself at Esteban,

which struck her as a particularly good idea at the moment, Toshia

leaned back in her chair and put one of her feet up on the edge of the

desk in front of her, letting her robe fall open around her naked leg.

She began to idly run her fingers up and down along her thigh as she

continued answering Esteban's questions.

As

she told how the Lord had first entered her and began to fuck her with

his big cock, Toshia parted her legs further and let her fingers lightly

play over her pussy, which was now exposed to Esteban's view. By the

time she got to the part where she asked the Lord to cum in her mouth,

Toshia's fingers had slipped between her labia, to smear her wetness

over her eager little clit. She kept telling the story as her fingers

alternated between stroking her clit and pushing further and further up

into her very moist vagina. By the time she told how she had the Lord

lie on his back and then mounted his cock, Toshia was fucking herself

with three fingers and frantically stroking at her clit with the other

hand. Esteban was watching her intently, without for a moment pausing in

his typing. She had definitely come to enjoy showing off almost as much

as she enjoyed watching others.

"I

rode him there like that, on top ... on top of him, his cock fucking in

and out of ... in and out of me ... until I started to come and come.

Damn," she breathed, feeling her orgasm approaching quickly. "Then, he

rolled us over and ... he pulled out and came all over... Oh, fuck!"

Then she was unable to speak, as her teeth clenched and her body tensed,

pushing her back against her chair as her leg pushed off against the

desk. She came in a long rolling wave of ecstatic thunder pounding in

her veins. She shoved her fingers deep up inside herself and kept

stroking her clit until she could take no more and then collapsed back

on the chair with a heavy sigh and a happy grin.

After

a moment to catch her breath, she said, "Then he carried me into the

bathroom where he and a lovely young man bathed me before tucking me

into bed."

"That was all one day?" Esteban asked, apparently not too distracted by Toshia's display to continue working.

"Not

even a whole day," Toshia smiled. She didn't make any move to cover

herself, but continued to idly toy with herself as she narrated the

events of the following day. By the time she got to the story of the

disco, she had shrugged herself out of her robe, and was casually

caressing her naked body, flaunting it in front of Esteban, who

certainly made no sign of objection. She was describing the atmosphere

in the dancing pit of the disco, when she decided that enough was

enough. It didn't help her patience that she had long since been aware

of sex noises coming from other rooms nearby. She asked abruptly, "Don't

you ever take a break?"

Esteban smiled broadly and said, "Only when the interviewee requests one."

"Oh, well, I'm requesting one!" she laughed. "Come over here."

In

another moment, Esteban was standing in front of her with his robe held

up and his cock in Toshia's mouth. Although she planned to make him cum

right then and there, he pushed her back, and knelt down between her

legs. He pressed his mouth to her pussy; the thick black hair of his

mustache and goatee felt strange against her skin after so many partners

without any facial or pubic hair. Esteban certainly knew what he was

doing, and in only a minute or two she was gasping and moaning with

another orgasm. He didn't waste much time, then, in rising up on his

knees and inching forward to press the head of his cock between her

lips. Still shivering from her orgasm, Toshia nodded her approval and

reached out for his hips to pull him closer.

Without

bothering to take off his robe Esteban pushed the full length of his

hard cock up inside her, as he ran his warm hands over her body. When he

cupped her breasts in his hands, Toshia moaned and wrapped her legs

around him, pulling him tightly into her. He continued to squeeze and

caress her tits as he began to move himself in and out of her pussy, all

the while watching her face intently. Toshia lay back against the

chair, arching her back and rocking herself on his cock, looking back up

at him with half closed eyes. His robe fell between their bodies and

contributed to the stimulation of her clit. She was having a series of

little orgasms as they fucked, but when she felt his cock swelling

inside her she felt another big, intense, body-racking one hit her. She

was moaning and trembling as his cum flooded her pussy, and Esteban

sagged over her in happy satisfaction.

Toshia smiled up at him impishly, and said, "Thank you very much. I think all jobs should feature that kind of a break."

Somehow,

knowing that she could stop the proceedings at any point and have sex

with her handsome scribe made it a bit easier for Toshia to get on with,

and concentrate on the telling of, her story. She got through the orgy

in the steam room, before straddling Esteban on his typing chair and

riding him to another orgasm as he kissed, bit, licked and sucked at her

nipples. After she described the ball, their exit from the Manor, and

the intense rite with her being fucked senseless by the guardian of the

portal, she finally got to him to take off his robe and then they

enjoyed a nice little 69 on the floor. While this was going on, a pair

of young women came in with sets of candles to light the now quite dark

room, though Toshia was only barely aware of the intrusion. Most of the

way through her story of the Sisterhood gangbang, Esteban took her hard

and rough from behind, as she bent over the desk for him. She asked him

to fuck her in the ass, while she brought herself off again and again

playing with her clit. She finally moved to the couch to finish her

narrative, and it was there, late at night, after she told about her

time in Ladies Night, that Toshia and Esteban finished their marathon

with a long, lazy fucking in the missionary position.

He kissed her gently, looking down into her sleepy eyes, and asked, "Do you have anything you would like to add to your story?"

Toshia

reached up to caress Esteban's cheek, then brushed an errant hair out

of her eyes, and said, "It's really been amazing. I am still annoyed by

being taken without my permission, and I miss Sarah and can't wait to

see her again, but I'm actually very glad that I've had this

experience." She paused, then laughed, and said, "It's been quite an

adventure!"

Esteban kissed her again, slowly drew himself out of her, and said, "Thank you. This has easily been my favorite interview."

Toshia

laughed happily. By the time she had gathered up her robe, a

brown-robed young woman was in the doorway, offering to guide her to a

bedroom for the night. Nicole was already there, asleep in the rather

large bed that was made available to them. Don arrived just after Toshia

found the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. She felt his hand on the

small of her back, just as she was turning the tap to start a shower.

She turned to him with a smile, and slipped her arms around his naked

body. They held each other tightly and kissed passionately.

Toshia

pulled Don with her into the shower. Their hands and mouths moved over

each other's bodies almost automatically but with no shortage of

interest. A few questions served to let them confirm that their

experiences had been much the same, though Don had been interviewed by a

middle-aged woman named Theresa, who had been every bit as

accommodating as Esteban. At Don's urging, as his soapy fingers delved

between her legs, she related the various things she and Esteban had

done. Then, as her hands stroked his cock to what she thought must be

painful stiffness, she asked him what he had done with Theresa. By the

time he was finished telling her, Don had lifted Toshia up by the butt

and lowered her down on his straining phallus. She wrapped her legs

around his waist and threw her arms around his neck, both clinging to

him and using her purchase to work her sex up and down on his shaft. As

she felt herself coming yet again, she pulled his head to hers and

kissed him hard and deep, shaking and trembling on him there as the

water poured over their naked bodies.

Before she let go of him, she said, "Thank you for being here with me, Don."

Laughing, he said, "I didn't really have a choice."

"Shut up. You know what I mean. You've been wonderful through all of this, and I'll never forget that."

He kissed her again and said, "I know. I'm very glad we shared all of this, my love."

Toshia

grinned at him, kissed him again, and said, "Now put me down, so we can

get cleaned up again and get some sleep. I'm exhausted!"

To be continued in part 5.

Based on the work of BradentonLarry for Literotica