“Hey, Mr. Dickem!” a sailor called over. “The skipper wants to see you on the bridge, he says we’re at the coordinates you wanted.”“Ah, thank you young man,” Karl replied. “OK Jack, you’re so curious about our destination, come along and hear this too.”The two men entered the bridge to find Captain Anglerod waiting for them over a table covered in sea charts. “Alright Dickem, you said when we got to this location you’d fill me in on the rest.”“Just about in Japanese waters,” Karl said.“I was a sailor in the Pacific theater, but I was never in these parts. Where the fuck are we going, man?” the grizzled old captain asked.“Head southwest,” Karl answered.“Southwest? There’s jack shit southwest of here,” Anglerod protested.“That’s not entirely true. Check this shit out,” Karl said, removing a page from his shirt pocket. He unfolded it and laid it on the table. “This island is our destination.”Anglerod studied the hand-drawn map. “So according to this ... Hold on, let me find the r

“Alright, so in the morning we’ll get another group together to go ashore. A couple of them that almost shit their pants today, they stay behind this time. Pick out guys that can handle themselves,” Karl said. “We’ll bring our trading materials along with us, see if we can’t bribe our way into getting to see what’s what around here.”“So you really think we can make friends with those island assholes?” Jack asked.“And why not? Besides, there’s no choice. I’ve got to see for myself what this Dong is,” Karl replied.“Just another islander legend. They needed a god to worship, Dong is it.” Anglerod theorized.“Great, we’re here to make a film about a myth,” Jack complained.“Bullshit,” Karl shot back. “That wall’s not there for no reason.”“You said yourself those people don’t even remember anything about when it was built,” Jack argued.“Did you see the gate, though? They’ve kept that thing together. There’s something in that island they want to keep in there,” Karl insisted. Suddenly,

As we walked up the gravel path to the pool, he stirred and woke. I was expecting him to be surprised – but he calmly climbed to his feet (allowing Juliya to feast her eyes on a very splendidly long cock swinging between his legs), wrapped a towel around himself and moved to us and greeted us.He was French, but his English was impeccable. “Hello, I’m Paul, and this lazy young lady is my wife, Chloe.” He shook hands with me, kissed Juliya three times and then reached down and slapped his wife’s bum. “Wake up, cherie, we have company.”Turning back to us, he said, “I hope you are not embarrassed. We did intend to be clothed when you arrived, but we were so tired after our drive from Paris that we both fell asleep.” By now Chloe had awoken and risen to face us – a VERY pleasant prospect. The front was just as perfect as the back, with wonderful breasts, perhaps D size, and a cute little thatch of red hair framing her pussy. Unlike her husband, she didn’t bother to cover herself before g

I slapped her bum and told her to turn over and mount Paul, his cock slipping easily into her pretty rosebud asshole. She was sitting on him, moaning softly at the sensation, but I put my hands on her shoulders and laid her backwards so that Paul could wrap his arms around her breasts. I lifted her legs up and spread them, then eased myself down so that my cock was lined up with her damp cunt.“Don’t wait, baby, please hurry, I need you both in me NOW!” she squealed, and then gave a great groan as I pushed hard and drove my cock into her, feeling Paul’s prick pressing through from below – Therese was sobbing gently, begging for us to stop, begging for us to shag her – we just ignored her and fucked and buggered her as hard as we could. In all the times I have ever had sex, no night ever equalled that one for frantic and wonderful sex. Therese was unstoppable – she was fucked and buggered by us both, simultaneously and separately, was spit roast (she had a truly talented mouth for oral

Any kind of rational thought was impossible, as by now she had rolled me over on my back, her tongue was licking my ear and she was gently masturbating my rigid cock. “I will be yours to use in any way you desire, mistress,” I moaned in pleasure.“Wonderful, lover, you will have the most wonderful night, and because you agreed so quickly, once the party is over, when I spend the night of bliss with the sublime Therese, I am going to let you spend the night plundering Chloe’s delicious body.”By now, Juliya’s head was resting on my chest and she was biting my nipples whilst increasing the pace of masturbating my cock, so it was hard for me to concentrate, but a question occurred to me. “And what about Paul when the four of us are otherwise fucking each other?”“That’s what I love about the French – they are so open about their sex. Apparently Paul has a young girl, Sophie, only 19, who has been his mistress for nearly a year, and she will be coming to the party and will stay on afterwa