Message-ID: <17990eli$9812130430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: azil666@hotmail.com Subject: ASS/M: My Reward, Chapter 15 (MC, M/F, public sex/orgy Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <74vh58$1vv$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> My Reward By Azil Copyright 1998 Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific person, living or dead. Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't). This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway. CHAPTER 15: THE PARTY As the sun went down, and I pulled out of Omgee's cunt after giving her her third dose of sperm, we heard drums outside, signalling the start of the feast. I stood up and put my skirt on. My wives, a bit reluctantly, did the same. Then they followed me outside, where a large bonfire was being lit in the village square (if that's the proper term -- it was more of a circle), several smaller cookfires were going strong, the drummers were getting warmed up, and a crowd was beginning to gather. An immediate buzz went up as The Great One emerged, followed by his well-fucked wives. Rohen's assistants, probably figuring that their lives (or at least their positions of power) were at stake, had worked hard to put on a party that was worthy of The Great One. Since The Great One was in a mood for a really good party, he had instructed Reward to make sure that everything went well for the organizing committee. A delegation of nervous courtiers hurried forward to lead me to the place of honor, and proceeded to squabble over the best positions near me. I asked Reward to tell me which of the village leaders were most honest and intelligent, and then pointed to the three he selected, telling them to sit with me. I wanted to get a State of the Village assessment, so that I could quickly fix any problems. Once all the problems were fixed, I could turn the village over to the elders (with Reward to keep an eye on them) and get on with life in paradise -- which was, after all, the whole point. When I asked my advisory council to catalog the biggest problems facing us, all except one were things calculated to make the most well-intentioned eyes glaze over. I have a very hard time getting worked up over how to deal with people who don't keep their pigs and chickens properly supervised -- which appeared to be the major domestic problem facing my administration. The really big deal, though, was in the area of foreign policy. I've mentioned that ours was a small island in a group of forty or fifty. About half of these were inhabited, and the largest of them was Kolo Lo, which lay just across a narrow strait from our island, which I now informed the council was to be known as the Mallory Empire. (They practiced the unfamiliar words a few times, trying hard to ingratiate themselves with their new ruler). Kolo Lo was the local superpower. With a population probably ten to twenty times (everybody here was fairly vague on numbers) that of Mallory, or any of the other islands in the group. Unfortunately, they didn't see fit to use their power for the common good, and Mallory, being the closest neighbor, took the brunt of their power. The government of Kolo Lo, whenever they were running low on supplies, liked to solve the problem by sending a raiding party over to Mallory or some other little island, and restocking with their neighbors' livestock, supplies, and/or women. One reason the arrival of The Great One had been so eagerly anticipated was the expectation that he would deal with the problem expeditiously. I didn't know how I would deal with it, so I merely listened gravely to my council, and nodded wisely from time to time. When they were finished, I just said, "The Great One will care for his people and bring justice to the islands." If any of my advisors thought this statement was a bit thin on specifics, they were wise enough to keep their opinions to themselves. While I was thus occupied with affairs of state, my wives were discussing their afternoon's adventures with the other women of the village. The major topic seemed to be size, judging by the way the women were holding their hands apart. Though my cock was indeed very large, I noticed that my wives, Kanala especially, were reacting like typical fisherman, exaggerating by at least 20%. The other women seemed to be suitably impressed, however, and I saw several studying my crotch with great interest. The drummers seemed to have completed tuning their instruments, and with the advisory council meeting having adjourned, it was time for the party to begin. Some of the men were cutting up the pigs that had been roasting for the past several hours, and women were passing wooden platters and bowls made from hollowed-out coconut shells, filled with pig parts and various fruits and vegetables. Lokni had the honor of serving me, and with great ceremony placed before me a coconut shell jammed with the choicest delicacies -- the pig's brains and eyes. With great restraint I managed not to recoil in horror, and quickly called on Reward to help me out. He assured me that when I bit into the mess in front of me, it would taste like cheeseburger and fries, or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, whichever I preferred I had a twinge of remorse that I wasn't fully experiencing the local culture, but decided that this was a part of it I would give a miss to, at least for now. I grabbed a handful of brains and stuffed them in my mouth. Delicious -- one of the best cheeseburgers I've ever had. I nodded my approval to Lokni and urged her to convey my compliments to the chef. Everyone looked very relieved that they had pleased The Great One. The meal went on, with all having a great time, even those who were not so fortunate as to get the brains and eyes and had to settle for more prosaic porcine portions. My various wives continued to bring me platters and bowls of various types of food. The fruits were very good, especially the jackfruit and the local variety of banana. But soon all were sated with food, and it was time for the entertainment. The drums started up again, and a group of women stepped out into the circle and began moving in time to the music, swaying their hips softly and making their palm frond skirts swing, giving their audience occasional teasing peeks. As the rhythm of the drums increased, the swaying of the hips also increased, as did the swinging of the palm fronds and the frequency and interest level of the peeks. The drums and the hips continued to increase their pace, and soon bushes and asses were fully visible everywhere. The pace sped up still more until I felt that somebody was certain to dislocate a hip. Finally, when it seemed humanly impossible to go any faster, the drums and hips stopped abruptly. The audience pounded coconut shells on the ground and chanted to signify their approval. During the performance, I had noticed, a number of men had pulled their wives closer to them, and the wives' hands had worked their way under their husbands' skirts. I quietly thanked Reward for having selected a sexually-uninhibited society. He acknowledged my thanks, and told me that things would loosen up considerably as the night wore on -- and that the degree of loosening might be affected considerably by the behavior of their leader. I took the hint, and decided to set a good example for my people. The next dance was a pairs performance. Four couples, spaced around the circle, swayed together to the beat of the drums. The theme of the dance seemed to be a chase, as the women would make a shuffling move away from their partners, and pause when they got a few feet away. Then the men would shuffle after them. When the men caught their women, they would sway together for a while, the men behind the women, with a bit of crotch-to-butt contact. Then the women would move away again, beginning another cycle. Even when the movements were slow, the dance was quite erotic. As the drums increased in speed and volume, the movements became steadily more suggestive, the men pushing more and more openly against the women's butts, and beginning to use their hands as well, both on butts and breasts. I also noticed that a number of couples in the audience were becoming more open in their play, though many were surreptitiously watching me, waiting to see my reaction to the performance. My reaction, I could have told them, was a raging hard-on. But instead of telling them, I decided to lead by example. Dorena being the closest of my wives, I signaled to her that The Great One was in need of her services. She had been waiting for the opportunity to serve, and immediate was beside me, with her hand searching for my cock. Given its size and state, it wasn't hard to find and Dorena was quickly giving me a first-rate hand job in time to the drums. The crowd was palpably relieved by my actions, and the pace of activity in the audience sped up even faster than on-stage. The dancers, however, were certainly doing their part, as they danced faster and faster, with their simulated fucks becoming more and more explicit. The dancers too appeared to feel liberated by The Great One's acceptance. The Great One now displayed a greater level of acceptance by indicating to Dorena that a hand job no longer sufficed. I wanted her to suck my cock -- as several other couples around the circle were already doing. Dorena opened my skirt and, kneeling in front of me, lowered her face to my crotch. Her mouth was warm and wet and inviting, and I sighed with pleasure as I entered her. Several women seated near enough to see clearly gasped in surprise and pointed as my cock was revealed. The female dancers now no longer danced away from their partners' embraces. Now they bent over and accepted the simulated strokes from behind, as their partners caressed their asses. Dorena, meanwhile, was doing a great job on my cock, combining a good blowjob and an outstanding handjob to bring me near to completion. Now the couple in front of us quit simulating. Looking directly at me with a big grin on her face and her big tits hanging down, the woman reached behind and pulled her palm fronds apart to fully reveal her ass to her partner. Her hands remained behind her, obviously to hold her cunt open to him. Without hesitation, his skirt was open and his cock in its home. The other couples were quickly doing the same, and the four couples were fucking in time to the beat of the drums, faster and faster, harder and harder. Dorena, too, was sucking and pumping to the drumbeat. As the drums increased to an incredible pace, the dancing couples and those in the audience began coming, one by one. And soon I shot my load into my wife. She took the first shot in her mouth, but quickly pulled away, wanting my sperm on her face. I shot several times, covering her nose and one eye, with large drips down her cheek. Still holding my cock in her hand, she looked around proudly, making sure that everyone saw my sperm covering her face. It didn't take long, though, for Omgee to come over to lick her face clean, as Lokni took my cock from her and began sucking again. There was now an intermission, as dessert was served -- a type of pudding, made from coconut milk and a local tuber. It was quite tasty, and was reputed to serve as an aphrodisiac. I don't know how well it worked, since Reward more than sufficed for me, but several of the men of the village seemed to respond to it. Meanwhile, though, I gave Lokni her dessert in the form of a full dose of my sperm. As she pulled away, Omgee took her place. After the refreshments, the next couple dance numbers were similar to the earlier ones, and had similar results on dancers and audience. During the second, I gave Omgee her load, and she was replaced by Kanala. The next dance, female only, was different in one regard, the dancers being the virgins of the village -- a group of about twelve girls aged roughly fifteen to nineteen. The younger ones in the group were quite attractive, the few older ones a bit less so -- which probably was why they remained unmarried at such advanced ages. There was one exception that I noted though, an older girl, probably about eighteen, who was extremely pretty and had a quite shapely body. She was at the far edge of the circle from me. Just as I was thinking about her, perhaps because she noticed the direction of my gaze, Lokni leaned over and said, "That's my daughter, Parpar." I complimented her on the girl's beauty, but was surprised to see that my words caused tears to well up in her eyes. In a few moments the reason for her reaction became clear to me, as the dancers changed position, bringing Parpar closer to me. The shadows from the fire had hidden part of her face from me before. Now I saw that that side was horribly disfigured by a bright red scar that ran from her temple, across her cheek, and down to her chin. At my questioning look, her mother said that Parpar had been slashed by a knife in a Kolo Lo attack when she was only a small child. "Now," she added, "no one wants her, not even the Kolo Los." The dance had heated up now, though not to the extremes of the earlier performances. At this point, though, one of my advisors, Londo, stood up and raised his hands. The drums and the dancers stopped as Londo, an old man whose wisdom and sardonic sense of humor had impressed me during our earlier session, stepped slowly to the center of the circle facing me. There was a small, expectant murmur through the crowd as he reached the center, and he raised his hands again for silence. As the village quieted, Londo spoke directly to me. "Great One, your people are overjoyed that you have at last arrived to save us from our oppressors, and bring us wealth and happiness." Coconut bowls pounded on the ground. "We have seen your power and your virility, and know that we cannot fail with you to lead us." Louder coconut bowl pounding, cheers, expressions of agreement. "And so, Great One," he went on when the cheers quieted, "your people wish to give you a gift to welcome you." He gestured to the young girls arrayed around him. "Your people offer you your choice of our village's virgins." More cheering. Now he addressed the girls. "Please dance your best for The Great One, and when you are finished, he will choose one of you to be his next wife." I nodded to indicate my wholehearted assent to this proposal, as Londo returned to the audience. The drums now picked up where they had left off, and the girls began dancing again, now with ever-wilder thrusts of their hips, and lewd gestures and looks directed at me. After a few minutes of this, a single girl (selected by I don't know what system) danced over toward me, stopping just a few feet in front of me, just behind Kanala, who remained crouched over my raging cock. As she stopped, the girl, who was perhaps fifteen, cupped her small breasts and looked into my eyes as she held them out as though to offer them to me. The rhythm of the drums was perhaps a bit slower now, but it was hard and insistent. The girl then reached down to the waist of her skirt and released it, dropping the skirt to the ground. Now she danced in a small circle, showing me her shapely little ass, and running her hands suggestively down the back of her slender thighs as her butt wiggled in time to the music. Then she turned to face me again, splaying her knees out to display her virgin pussy for me. Then she danced forward, straddling Kanala's crouched body, and brought her pussy almost up to my nose, holding it open to show her hymen. I came in Kanala's mouth. The dancer, pleased with the effect she'd had, and her time apparently up, danced away, to be replaced by another young cutie. Dorena moved to take her turn on blowjob detail, but I signaled that I wanted to focus my attention on the floor show. The second dancer moved forward, swaying her hips and offering her tits (considerably larger) much as the first had done. She, too, dropped her skirt and opened her pussy for me. She was mostly distinguished, however, by a dazzling smile. She also backed in in front of me and bent over to give me my close-up view of her virgin hole. The girls continued to dance before me, one by one. They were not showing much imagination, each doing pretty much the same actions in the same order. Nonetheless, I was getting a look at some great pussies and asses. The choice was going to be difficult. The village itself may not have been much to look at, but it produced top-notch women. I reflected that I didn't care much for the Kolo Lo tactics, as represented by Parpar's face, but one couldn't fault their taste in using my island to periodically restock their larder with females. The last girl to come forward was Parpar, and I realized with a pang of sorrow that she was last because she had hung back, not wanting to dance for me because she knew she had no chance of being chosen to be The Great One's new wife. Now, however, she came slowly toward me, and I looked over at Lokni, who looked with a mix of pride and sorrow at her disfigured daughter. All the other girls had kept their eyes on me throughout their solo dances, trying to entice me as much with their eyes (and doing quite well at it) as with their delicious bodies. Parpar, whose body was probably the most delicious of all, with her mother's large tits, came forward looking more at her feet than at me. When Parpar stood just a foot or two in front of me, she fondled those lovely tits and held them out to me as the others had, but her eyes told me that, unlike them, she held no hope that I would accept the offer. As she dropped her skirt she displayed shapely but slender hips and a flat belly that tapered into a lovely little triangle, at the tip of which was a sparse black bush not quite hiding a narrow slit. She had large inner lips that peeped out of the slit. As her skirt hit the ground, I signaled her to come closer to me. She looked at me quizzically, but did as ordered. The crowd quieted, wondering what was happening. I gestured that the girl should lean over. She did so, giving me a nice view of her large tits hanging down before my eyes. After just a glance at this lovely sight, though, I looked into her face, just inches from mine -- half of it gorgeous, half hideous. Lokni looked on apprehensively. I put out my hand and caressed the girl's face, moving my hand down the long, ugly scar. As my fingers moved, the scar disappeared. Parpar felt nothing, except embarrassment that someone, especially The Great One, was touching her scar. No one else could see what was happening, since her hair hung down, shrouding her face from everyone but me. As she stood up, however, a gasp went up from those near me, then a cry from her mother. The girl looked around in bewilderment, as more and more people realized what had happened. Those on the other side of the circle shouted questions, wondering what the hubbub was, and quickly the word worked its way around. Parpar, however, was probably the last to know, finally learning when her mother rushed forward to touch her face. Then Parpar did the same, touching the scar that had disfigured her for years and feeling that it was gone. She began crying with joy and fell to her knees in front of me, mumbling incoherent thanks. Her mother embraced me, thanking me with her kisses and her tears. At last I rose and took Parpar's hand, raising her up to stand beside me. "I choose this one," I said. My choice was met with cheers and general happiness, even the disappointed contestants seeming pleased, and congratulating Parpar. Then the drums began again and four men came through the crowd, carrying a platform and setting it up near the center of the circle, not far from the now nearly extinguished bonfire. On it they placed a mat. Parpar took my hand, looking shyly but with obvious adoration into my eyes, and leading me toward the platform. It took me a moment to realize that I was expected to deflower my new wife before the whole village. Kinky. But, considering my recent activities, who was I to talk? The platform was raised only a foot or so, and as we stepped up onto it, some of the crowd drew nearer, to get a better view, but politely sitting, so that those behind could also see. When we were on the platform, Parpar sank to her knees in front of me, loosening my skirt, and dropping it to the ground behind her. There was a ripple of comments from those who had not been sitting near enough to see my monster when my wives had sucked it earlier. I saw Parpar's eyes widen in surprise, and perhaps a bit of fear. Her mother, sitting in the front row, leaned over to encourage her, and the girl gamely bent forward to take it in her mouth. She was surprisingly good for a first-timer. I was to learn that girls in the village practiced for their wedding night by sucking on the same tuber that we had eaten for dessert, which was shaped like a cock -- though nowhere near as big, on average, as the cock Parpar was now struggling to get in her mouth. After a short suck with lots of tongue action, accompanied by vigorous hand massage on the considerable portion of my cock that Parpar's mouth couldn't accommodate, I was fully hard and Parpar started to ease away from it, preparatory to getting her first fuck. I was about to go along when the thought occurred to me that if I were putting on a show, it ought to be a good one. I told Reward to enable her to take my cock in her throat, then put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her toward me. Slowly I forced my cock down into her throat. She looked up at me in fear, but gamely kept trying, surprising herself as it slowly slid in, the crowd watching in amazement as nearly the entire huge thing disappeared into the girl's virgin mouth. Then I began a slow movement back and forth, gently fucking her face. I looked down at her beautiful brown face with the full lips, stretched to the limit by my big cock. She looked up at me in wonder at what was happening to her and continued to suck hard every time I pushed forward. A few more strokes and I came in her throat. She managed to swallow most of it, but as I withdrew my softening cock, some of my sperm dribbled down her chin. Parpar used a finger to remove the bit of sperm. About to swallow it, she chose instead to share her first sperm with her mother, reaching out to Lokni, who licked her daughter's finger clean. Now the girl laid on her back and spread her legs open to receive her husband. I leaned over her and applied my tongue to her pussy, licking the delicious lips that poked out from her pussy and drawing a shiver of appreciation from her, then opening the lips with my thumbs and spearing her fuckhole. Again she shivered, and more followed as I thrust my tongue in and out, again and again, having Reward lengthen it so it would reach all the way in and brush against her hymen. The virgin groaned with lust, thrusting her hips up at me, then mewling with pleasure as a finger entered her asshole. Soon the finger and the elongated tongue were working in tandem -- tongue in finger out, tongue out finger in. The girl tossed her head from side to side and bucked wildly, seeking pleasure for both her holes. I knew she was about to lose it, and I wanted her to lose it big time. I wondered for a second if it was better to tongue-fuck her vagina or lick her clit to send her over the top. Then Reward suggested that I needn't choose -- he'd simply give me a second tongue. At that instant, another tongue joined the action, licking Parpar's clit as my other tongue fucked her, and my finger reamed her ass. Her groans, which had been growing in frequency and intensity and pitch now melded into one, and rose into a howl as she came. Her orgasm went on and on as I continued the multiple stimulations. At last she began to come down, sobbing with emotion. I looked around and saw that a good portion of the crowd was emulating our actions one way or another. Parpar's mother and my other wives masturbating, and many of the men in the crowd getting blowjobs. I didn't want to give up the momentum I had going, so I leaned over Parpar, grabbing her nice firm tits to squeeze them and pinch the nipples. I fondled them and caressed them as she began to revive, then I placed one in my mouth and sucked on the hard, erect nipple. Parpar responded with enthusiasm to the sucking and then took my face in her hands, smiling at me and softly whispering, "I'm ready for you, husband." I was certainly ready. As I let loose her tits and positioned myself between her widespread thighs, Lokni leaned toward us. "She's a virgin, Great One, so please be gentle with her. But not too gentle -- a woman's first fuck should be strong." This sounded like good advice, and I was certainly in the mood for a good strong fuck. Parpar, however, was also my first virgin since my acquisition of SuperCock. I reminded Reward to keep the pain level reasonable. Parpar leaned her head forward, expectant but apprehensive, as my cock neared the entrance to her cunt. She spread her legs still wider. As the head of my cock touched the outer lips she twitched, then sighed with pleasure as it rubbed against her clit as it made its way to her fuckhole. I actually momentarily doubted Reward's power as I reached the entrance to her hole. Could I really get this huge thing in there? I pushed it forward just a fraction of an inch and she gasped and winced. Then another fraction and another. With each push forward she sucked in her breath, then adjusted to it, smiled at me, and urged me forward. It was probably a full minute before the head was completely in her hole. I could feel the tightness of her tissue around me. The crowd was totally silent, many of the women probably feeling sympathy pains. Now that the head was in though, it was a bit easier to push forward, and I was able to relatively quickly push in to her hymen. She winced again as I reached that little wall of tissue. As she did I leaned down to kiss her, and she whispered in my ear, "Just a few more seconds and I will truly be your wife." I was just ready to push forward into her, when she surprised me by putting her legs around my back, looking into my eyes with determination, and shoving her hips forward violently, shattering her own hymen. She cried out with the pain, and we lay locked together motionless for what seemed a long time as the waves of pain swept through her. But soon enough she pulled my face down to kiss her again, and pushed her hips again against me, trying to get more of my cock. I pushed slowly back, and soon I was all the way in, with the head of my cock in her womb. We rested for a second, and the crowd, which had been holding its breath, waiting to see if a young virgin could take in such a massive cock, now actually applauded the girl with a clatter of coconut shells. Lokni spoke to her daughter, telling her how proud she was. Parpar blushed with pride and said to me, "Finally, I'm a woman, and with the greatest of all men for a husband." Naturally, I felt that was a lovely little speech, and I rewarded it with a kiss and the first slow movement outward. I came back with a slow stroke, then a harder one, and then steadily harder. Parpar met me thrust for thrust and begged me to fuck her harder. Lokni called out, urging me on, "Fuck her hard, Great One, fuck her harder." The crowd took up the yell, "Harder! Harder!" they screamed. I gave them what they wanted, pulling my new wife to me and slamming my cock into her virgin cunt with the power and speed of a piston. She came, screaming into the night, but I didn't slow. Again and again I pounded her, as she and her mother and the crowd cried for more. Again she came with a howl of lust, and still I slammed into her cunt, and still they called for more. At last though I could do no more, as her third orgasm ripped through her, and I spewed into her womb its first load of sperm. I collapsed on top of her, and both of us lay still for a long time, ignoring the wild cheering of the crowd. Finally I raised myself up and pulled my bloody cock from her cunt. At once, she sprang forward to lick the mix of blood, cunt juice, and sperm from her husband's cock. Again, the crowd cheered her. We kissed and thanked each other, then walked slowly to the royal palace to spend the rest of our wedding night as the crowd slowly wandered off to their own huts. It had been a heck of a party. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----