THE CREATURE WITHIN 6: SOLD free porn video

CHAPTER 6: SOLD

“Annie, we’re glad to be able to get you. Hope this isn’t a bad time. I seemed to recall that late afternoon might be good when there were guests on the island.” Jenna had sent a seemingly urgent request for a video conference and the timing had worked for me. “We wanted to share something.”

“Me, too. And, yes, the timing is good.” I was sitting sideways at the conference table in my standard resort outfit when guests were on site. On the screen was Jenna in the center with Mary and Steve on either side. I could see them and they could see me. And, I realized what they were seeing was a bit of a surprise. Or, at least for Mary and Steve. “Sorry, you two. I didn’t realize you were going to be on the conference. Jenna knows this is the way I dress here for the guests.”

Steve was watching me quite intently, so much so that Mary finally reached around Jenna and pushed his shoulder. Another sign that they might be more involved than they might care to admit to others.

Jenna laughed at the antics behind her. To me, “You, too? What do you have, Annie? Is everything alright? Did you notice something new?”

I chuckled, “No, no. It was what you said as I was leaving. Get out of my own way … it worked. In spades!”

“You mean the dolphins? One came by, again?” I nodded. “Were you able to touch it, this time?” I nodded, but stared at her with a twinkle in my eyes. Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh … ohhhhhhhh … you mean …?” I nodded. The others just looked from one of us to the other.

I smiled. “And speaking of which, I have a question for you. I know there is an element of supposition to our understanding of how all this happened, but … my understanding … correct me if I am wrong … the cross-species DNA was the result of multiple DNA samples being in my body that was fused or triggered to merge with my own by the airplane blast.”

Jenna, looked at the other two and they conferred for a moment. “That’s right. Any new DNA without the catalyst won’t do anything.”

“Okay, you guys, thanks. That’s actually something of a relief. Now, you said you had something for me?”

Jenna winked at me. “I think I know why you are asking that question and we need to talk privately, you naughty girl.”

Steve looked exasperated. “What are you two talking about?”

I laughed. “Jenna will tell you after the call, with my permission. We shouldn’t have any secrets, right?”

Mary brought it back, “Annie, yes, there was something … how are you feeling?”

I stared at the three of them. “Wait a minute. The only one without a biology or medical degree is getting the question out?” Now it was Mary’s turn to look exasperated. “Okay. I feel fine, why?”

“No aches or pains?”

“Oh sure, I have aches. I always have aches.”

The three of them shared a knowing look. Steve picked it up, “What do you mean ‘always’? How long? What kind of aches?”

“I don’t know. My body has ached long enough that I’ve kind of decided to ignore it. I’ve had a doctor check me out, you guys have certainly checked me out, nobody found anything. I decided to live with it.” They just watched me, waiting. “Okay, aches, right … ahhhhh … let’s see … how do I describe this? It’s like my whole body. Joints definitely, but also muscles. Heck, it sometimes feels like my bones ache.” I paused, thinking. My eyes lit up with a thought. “You know how you feel with the flu? Your body just aches without doing anything? That’s what it is like.”

They put their heads together. Jenna came back, “What about when you were growing up as a k** and your mom might have put off aches as ‘growing pains’?”

“Yeah, like that, too. Why?”

They were all jotting notes into laptops. Mary looked up. “What about your weight? Have you noticed a change?”

I looked at her. I stood up wearing only the little wrap around my waist. “Do I look like someone who worries about her weight? Seriously? Ever since the jungle … the plane crash, really … I put on muscle and lose fat. If I eat more, I just add more muscle.” I scanned the screen. “Why?”

Mary, “Perfectly reasonable answer.” She seemed to blush, then added something that must have slipped out. “Even as a woman, it’s hard not to look at you … that way.” She looked down and muttered, “Steve, behave …”

He gave a pretend shocked look. “What? My attention is purely in the interest of science.”

Jenna rolled her eyes and gave him an elbow. “Annie”, she was trying to get it back on topic from the other two, which was amusing to me, “what we’re interested in is if you have noticed a change in your body? Have you seen anything?”

“To be honest, I am shocked by this body. I was in shape before, but … this … Given … this … it seems to me somewhat egotistical to spend time in front of the mirror. But, yeah,” I stood up and faced the glass of the conference room. It was darker in the hallway than in this room, my refection was somewhat good. I started talking as I reflected, “I was a trim woman who was in shape, mostly from running.” I moved my body, put my hands on my hips, flexed a few muscles. “Now … much more muscle. My back is a V, my abs are pronounced, my arms are developed, along with my legs and calves. That has to be weight, right?” I looked at myself, nearly forgetting the others on the video. “You know, I always thought of myself as small-to-medium boned. Would you say that is true now?”

Not hearing a response, I turned back to them. The three of them were smiling. In unison, they replied. “No!”

Jenna, “We would like you to come in for a few more tests and talk about what we think. As soon as possible.”

“Don’t you guys get tired of running tests?”

“Science, my dear test specimen. Us get tired? No. You get tired, probably.” They said their goodbyes and cut the signal. More tests.

* * * *

I needed to talk to Sylvia and the longer I put it off, the more uncomfortable it could become. I didn’t want to lose the friends and very interesting life style of the resort, but I also knew that I couldn’t ignore this new chapter in my life I was walking into. I needed to be honest with Sylvia, then the team, about how much I was going to be able to commit to the resort. Even that was going to be a guess.

I just left a meeting with the team at the a****l complex, which is what got me motivated to take care of this necessary discussion. Then, I would meet with Amy, then the rest of the team, again.

I walked up to Sylvia’s office in the Admin building, determination evident by the purposeful stride as I passed others with hardly any recognition. They all looked my way as I passed, not because of my nearly naked body or the bounce of my breasts, they were used to seeing that from me, but by my uncharacteristic all-business attitude. That was what they didn’t often see from me. I knocked on her door as I turned the handle and pushed it open. I stopped dead in my tracks. She was sitting at her small conference table with a middle-aged couple that looked somewhat familiar.

“I’m sorry … I …” I looked from Sylvia to the couple. I knew them somehow. I turned back to Sylvia, “Sorry, I should have waited. I … Sylvia, I need to talk to you. Soon, please.” I started pulling the door closed behind me.

“Wait! No, please.” I pushed the door open a little and looked inside. It was the woman speaking. “Annie, right? Of course it is.” She looked at her husband and smiled. “We’ve been here three other times, twice when you were at the resort. Nobody who comes here and see you is going to forget Annie Linder.”

Her husband stood and pulled the fourth chair out. “We wanted to speak with you, too. This worked out perfectly.”

They were introduced as Don and Marge Harrelson.

As I stepped around Sylvia, I put my hands on her shoulders, bent low and whispered into her ear, “What’s this about?” She just patted my hand.

As he returned to his seat, “Annie, we were in the process of discussing a proposition with Ms. Contreras. My wife and I want to buy Erotic Fantasy Island. We currently own four hotels and resorts in Florida and the Caribbean. They are all successful and all a little different from each other, none the same as the others. When we started, it was our goal to acquire properties that could cover the widest range of possible interests, at least within International Law. Part of the reason for us being here three other times was, yes, to see for ourselves and understand this resort and the unique options it would provide. But …” he leaned over and kiss his wife’s cheek.

She looked directly at me with a smile, “I found I really, REALLY, like those unique options.” I smiled back at her.

“I certainly understand that.”

“Yes, I know you do.” She chuckled. “Seeing you with those a****ls, the wolf and panther, as we come off the boat … it’s beyond sexual, it’s a****listic. It’s so powerful, it sets the tone of the entire place. A person truly believes anything is possible here. When I experienced your team’s assistance in my first canine mating, I was sure. I suggested to Don that night to buy it.”

Don, “Yes, but then we saw the pageant the next night. Well … you can imagine that if we were impressed with the image you presented on the docks, the way your team performed in assisting guests, what happened in the pageant, what you and your team presented, well … we knew this resort was something that we had to get before it became known to very many others.”

Marge, “Since then, we have been trying to formulate a package to offer that we could be confident would be good enough.”

I turned to Sylvia, “You’re going to sell?”

“We haven’t gotten to that point, yet.” She reached over and took my hand in hers. “You know that this was a project I wanted, maybe needed, to do. Something that I could say I did on my own. Something not of my late husband’s.” She leaned toward me. “This year has gone by so quickly, Annie. From an odd mix of people, we put together the most unique resort, certainly in this region. Remember when we started? I said all I wanted was to create something special and that we break even. Remember?” I nodded.

Don broke in. “From what we have gathered from Sylvia, you are not someone who focuses on numbers. You deal with people and … well, the a****ls. You worry about the guests and let the numbers work for the numbers people. So, you might not know … this place makes money. It makes good money. Maybe not as good as a few of our other holdings, but … still good. And, it can make more.” It was as if he could sense my concern over that statement. Corporate talk for cutting costs and skimping to raise profits. “No. I mean positive increase. Our plans would be to expand the number of cottages, upgrade a few things we’ve learned in our other properties, but mostly by pricing. We know the numbers about this place. Probably better than Sylvia or James Harris do. We know how many people come for the a****ls, for straight sex, bi-sexual, and … the number of people who come just for the voyeur element. And, that is a good number of people. They may have sex in their cottage with a partner, but not elsewhere. And, that’s fine. It all fits here. But, we also know that those people would pay more for the same experience.”

Marge, “You all really have created a marvel here.”

I asked Sylvia if we could talk for a moment in private. We excused ourselves and went to my seldom-used office. We sat in two chairs facing each other. She admitted that she was very interested in the proposal, outlining how it included the retention of all current staff and inclusion of a slight raise and options for profit sharing. As part of a larger hospitality organization, the benefits would also improve. She took my hands in hers and confided that she had accomplished what she had set out to do. She had wanted to prove, at least to herself, that she could accomplish something good beyond her late husband’s influence. But, now she missed time at her estate outside of Caracas and her friends. She held my eyes and I saw that she was looking for my understanding. But, it also felt like she needed my understanding and approval.

“I was hoping you would come with me.”

I looked at her with astonishment. It was true that we have become much more than close. Our trip to the Brazilian villages and jungle had forged a bond that went far beyond working or friends. I just didn’t know she wanted me in her private life, too.

“I don’t … I … I would be in the way in your life there.” I looked up at her, my eyes moist. “I had no idea you’d …”

She came off the chair and hugged me, stroking my hair. “I told you before, you were the daughter I was never able to have. I have a large estate, a huge house. You can have your own suite of rooms. There is lots of room for Wolf and Preta, though they may scare the outside and inside help, at first.” We laughed. “I don’t want to lose you, Annie. Please say you’ll try it. Try living in absolute comfort for a change.” I nodded and we hugged, again. This time tears flowing from both of us. She separated us, but only by a foot or so. “Now, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

I laughed. That had seemed so important before and I had been so nervous. “I came to tell you that I wouldn’t be able to work here, at least as a full-time employee. I am going to have to spend more time with … Sam’s group. Will that be a problem for you? I mean, gone sometimes, with you sometimes?”

“Dear, dear, girl … we have a very nice airports and I have a very nice plane.” I hugged her. “But, what about the resort, your friends?”

“I know … I don’t want to lose them, either.”

“Then we add a stipulation to the sale: You and unspecified guests can come at any time, within reason, and you will be considered an unpaid consultant.” She smiled at me.

I looked at her questioningly, “Unpaid? I was hoping to maintain a part-time arrangement to make a little money for incidentals.”

“Money for incidentals. You really don’t pay any attention to your bank accounts, do you …” It wasn’t a question, it was an accusation and suddenly I wondered what she had been up to.

And that’s exactly how Sylvia and the lawyers finalized the sale. I found out later that the Harrelsons added their own little stipulation: After having been to the resort three times and experienced increasing number of dogs, Marge wanted to experience being a kennel bitch for 12 hours, but she wanted to share the experience with someone … me. I encouraged her to revise her thinking from kennel, which suggested dogs, to barn, which suggested all the a****ls. She hesitated, but she agreed.

I met with the team that night and we talked well into the night. I suggested to them that Amy take over full leadership of the group and everyone agreed without hesitation. I promised I would return as frequently as my other commitments allowed, but that it would be less frequent. We cried a lot, we drank a lot, and we made love a lot.

The contract conclusion was reduced to the lawyers and Sylvia was intent on returning to the estate. Once the decision was made, she became increasingly anxious to turn this page on her adventure in the unique and return to something more familiar and routine. I, on the other hand, was already missing the resort and we were still there. There was one last thing that had to happen, though. I needed to assist Marge in the experience of being a barn bitch for 12 hours. As it turned out, unknown to Marge, this was yet another one of those things I could check off my list of experiences, too.

There was some discussion about the time period, when to when, what it meant that all the a****ls are included, and if this would be public or private. We finally agreed on sunrise to sunrise; the horses wouldn’t be fucked; the horses would be hand jobs; and, it was stipulated by Marge and Don that it be private, except for our team who would assist with the a****ls, and Don and Sylvia, of course.

* * * *

We stood in the center of the a****l complex. Marge and I, naked, surrounded by the team, Don, and Sylvia. The sun was just rising over the eastern horizon of the ocean. Not that we could see it inside the building, but it was. I told Marge to forego the pretense of clothes to start this fantasy. By the time we were done, whenever that might be, putting clothes back on would be the furthest thing from our minds.

I didn’t tell her, but I believed her goal of 12 hours may be unrealistic. With all these a****ls and ability of many of them to recharge quickly after climax, there might likely be little time between being mounted by a dog or getting into position for one of the other a****ls. Even with me to take up an equal share, there were a lot of a****ls. Additionally, I had the feeling that Don and Adam would likely be called into action eventually. Both would be hard and frustrated, if not. True, they could be satisfied by one of the other women, but this was supposed to be about Marge and me.

I held her by her upper arms, looking into her face. “Marge, this is supposed to be fun while being a challenge for your fantasy. Promise me that you will let us know if at any time this becomes more than you are enjoying.” She looked around at the others, finally at Don, before back to me.

“Is that …”

“Possible? Yes. Remember, even if you have had several men or several knots before, it is much different when you decide to take cocks and knots continuously throughout the day or night. A gangbang might be several hours; you’ve suggested wanting 12 hours. That’s a very long time with all these a****ls. Dogs can recharge a lot faster than men.” She nodded and hugged me. I had the feeling she was nervous now that we were about to start. As in living out fantasies, the fantasizing is much easier than the doing. “Another thing …” I smiled at her, “no matter how this goes, don’t try being a bitch to a bunch of dogs you don’t know. All of these a****ls are used to pleasing women, they will behave. A group of strange dogs can turn from pleasure to abuse.”

With my little lecture out of the way, I took her back into my arms for a long, heartfelt, hug, stroking her back. I whispered if she was ready and I felt her nod her response. I turned to the others, smiled reassuringly to Don, then nodded to the team.

Each of the team members retrieved a dog each. Two of them were brought to Marge and me, the other two held back waiting for their moment. The others would be rotated in, then the other a****ls. Once they had been cycled through Marge or me, they would be free to take their opportunities as they could. The larger a****ls, horses, pony, and llama, would always be controlled.

Having been at the resort before, Marge was very familiar with our style and immediately took control of the dog presented to her. I relaxed at seeing her comfort and focused on the dog brought to me. I was going to be intent on paying attention to Marge as the day wore on, but I reminded myself that the others would be able to watch her closer. Her desire to have me participate with her was more inspirational as she had confided to me privately.

I smiled at seeing Amy bringing me Wolf for my first dog. I was wondering at what point in the process that Preta would be brought out and if Marge would be inclined to try him. Already, I was anticipating ahead of myself. Wolf, recognizing all the signs of our intended activity, lay before me on his side, his back leg lifting in anticipation of my attention to his sheath and cock. As I knelt down beside him, stroking his head, nuzzling his face and neck, I saw that the pink tip of his cock was peeking out from his sheath. My boy was always ready for me.

I spent only a few moments sucking on his cock as it emerged quickly in knowing anticipation. When I turned to present my ass to him, he jumped onto my back quickly. Using a hand as guide, his hard, reddish, probing cock penetrated my wet and ready pussy. I lowered my front to my elbows and settled in for a familiar fucking from my favorite canine as his humping into me became a recognized rhythm. I loved the feel of Wolf’s cock pounding into me. Yes, I know, his cock isn’t as big as Thor’s or spiny like Preta, but that isn’t necessarily what makes for a good fuck. Any woman would say that emotion behind the fuck is as important as the cock inside her. Does a dog, any dog, give that emotion like a man might? Yes, if that dog is your lover like a man might be your lover. I learned on the ranch that man, woman, or dog could be a lover and they could all be lovers at the same time. Wolf and Preta had transcended the point of a bestial experience to intimate experience when they found me and protected me in the jungle. Besides, I was more convinced than ever … it was their DNA mixing with mine.

I was breathing heavily, any utterances were now limited to grunts, moans and groans. Nearby, I heard the same from Marge. I glanced at her and she was in the same position as me, her ass supporting a black Lab, her front supported on her elbows, her forehead on the matt we were using for comfort. Her moans and grunts were matching mine or a little more so.

Wolf was pressing his forming knot at my pussy opening. This was going to be a long day and I was not going to hurry through any of these matings. On the other hand, I didn’t want to chance falling behind Marge in the totals count, either.

I pressed back against him, moving my ass from side to side and up and down, working his knot against my opening, helping him in his need to tie with me. His cock was moving inside me as his knot was bumping and pressing at my pussy opening, stretching my opening more and more as it sought to pass inside. I groaned in both determination and passion, both leading to the same ultimate conclusion, an orgasm around his cock and knot.

As I ground my pussy over his cock and against his knot, I glanced to the side where Marge was just as intently fucking her dog. I smiled, weakly, that she had indeed learned well over the past visits. Her body was rigid as she pressed her ass back against the a****l, her mouth opening in a silent gasp, presumably as her pussy was spread wide by the knot, pushing her, stretching her for entrance, for tying, for the a****listic conclusion to the mating. What we all seek at this point in canine fucking. Past is the anticipation, the mental preparation or consideration. At this point, it is wholly and solely about being mated by the a****l on your back, feeling his knot join his cock inside you, feeling both swell larger and larger, filling your pussy more and more until all that is left is the feeling of his cock jerk, spasm inside you, signaling his climax, signaling that your pussy was about to be seeded, washed, filled with dog semen.

I could see it in her unseeing eyes as I was feeling in my own being. Just like all the times before this one. Only, this time, like many other times, is made even more so by the a****l, the dog, the b**st on my back was one of my two favorites. Wolf and Preta. Canine and feline. Very different. Very special in their difference. The memory of them, what they were to me, sent me over the top, my pussy clamping on the cock and knot trapped inside me. And, perhaps, that was all that Wolf needed for stimulation for his own climax. He spurted into me immediately after my orgasm hit me. I felt him cum over and over inside me, washing my pussy with his semen, filling me, trapped inside me by the knot that now held us together.

When I opened my eyes, I found four dog legs in front of me with two bare feet. I looked up and found Amy with another dog. I looked over at Marge, “No rest for the wicked. You wanted to be a bitch. This is only the beginning …”

Still tied to Wolf who had turned to make us ass-to-ass, I patted the mat in front of me and the dog went down. Nothing like having well trained a****ls. I moved Wolf and me the inches I needed to comfortably reach the cock tip peeking out from the sheath. As I put out my tongue to take up the drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip, I glanced to Marge. She looked over at me at the same time and smiled. I saw a flash and looked over to find Don taking a picture of Marge, her mouth on a second dog’s cock. I had a feeling he was going to document each of the a****ls his wife fucked in the next hours.

After this dog mounted me, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to the hand and found Amy. “What should be next? Random by our selection or her choice or do you want to orchestrate this early part?”

Good question. Nothing like trying to have a conversation or think about options while having a dog’s cock jackhammering into you, for the second time at that.

“Horse … oooooooooo … this guy … this guy is not bad …” I smiled up at her. I have been more attentive to Wolf and Preta and the team. I just realized that I hadn’t enjoyed as many of the resort a****ls as much as I once did. “I think … I think a horse would … would be good. Give her pussy … a rest. Have her … her … have her enjoy a horse cum bath.” I smiled up at her. She knew exactly what that meant. The first time a woman is with a horse, the amount of cum and force is always a surprise. It’s more like a fire hose of cum.

After the second dogs’ knot released Marge and me, she lay on her back, her legs spread and breathing heavily. Dor brought over two water bottles for us. I noticed another flash but it was Marge who reacted this time.

“Don, for Pete’s sake! All these pictures!”

He laughed. “Wait until you see them! My god, honey, your pussy is gaping and there is cum running out of it.”

She raised her head and looked at him. Lowering her head, she shook it back and forth. “Men! These are our private pictures, then!” But, she was giggling. I knew then, buying his resort was more than just adding a unique venue to their portfolio. This desire for ownership also had a very personal interest. And, like with Sylvia, it would be treated with love as a result.

I got up onto my knees and then to my feet. I stood next to her and put out my hand to her. She looked up and smiled. But, I also noticed her eyes going down to my pussy.

“I guess I see why he was so fixated. That is an awfully sexy sight … cum running down the inside of your thighs.” I smiled at her and helped her up. “What now?”

I took her hand and led her outside into the corral. Amy was waiting with one of the stallions. Marge looked quickly at me.

“No, not fucking. Just a hand job. Have you ever?” She shook her head, but her eyes were focused on the semi hard cock underneath the horse. Apparently, Amy took the liberty to get the horse aroused for Marge’s benefit. “Come. We’ll do it together.”

The horse’s hind legs were tethered and Amy was holding it firmly by the bridle. It might not have been necessary given the number of times we have played with all the horses, but there was no sense in taking chances with the new owner.

I went to my knees and moved under the horse, to the other side, encouraging Marge to join me. She followed me. My hands were already on the massive cock in front of us, a cock that was just beginning to become the truly massive specimen it would become. I coached her on keeping her hands lubricated and reminded her that that was true for any penis coming from the protection of a sheath. She watched me gather pre-cum from the opening and spreading it over my palms, then stroking the length shown to us. She duplicated my actions and soon there were two pairs of hands on the growing cock. She muttered her amazement at the size of the cock, exclaiming that it was larger than she expected when only seeing it from a short distance at the pageant presentations she had witnessed.

“My god, Annie! How do you ever take such a massive thing into you?”

I removed one of my hands from the cock and stroked up and down her naked back, slipping my hand down her ass and finding her soaking pussy. I then moved my hand back up her back. I giggled, “It is amazing even to me, knowing that I actually have done it numerous times. It truly is a marvelous thing to hold, isn’t it?” She could only nod.

The cock was completely out of the sheath and rigid in our hands. If we were to release it, which neither of us seemed inclined to want to do, it would bounce stiffly below its belly. I encouraged her to pay attention to the mushroom head with her mouth and tongue. She did without more encouragement, her lips moving over the head, her tongue coming out to probe the hole in the center. We continued to stroke the shaft, frequently moving our hands to the head for more pre-cum. Her mouth and tongue returning to it quickly after each interruption.

I felt his cock pulse, throb. She was sucking at the hole in the head, taking in the pre-cum as it escaped. I was stroking the cock shaft. I leaned closer to her.

“Can you feel him getting ready to cum? Don’t have your mouth open in front of it when it happens.”

A moment after, he came. She had averted her eyes to me and was about to say something; with her mouth open to speak, she was lucky she had been turned toward me. In that moment, the first spurt of cum shot out of the massive cock and the spurt of cum was as massive as the cock it came from. The cum splashed off the side of her face and her reflexive action moved the cock lower, away from her face, just in time for the second eruption to splash off her upper chest. This time, however, her surprise had turned her face back to the cock out of shear amazement at what had happened. She watched the jet of cum from the end of the cock and followed it onto her chest, running down onto her breasts, and flowing, dripping to her thighs below. I brought my head alongside hers and pulled the cock back up, aimed directly at our faces. I told her to close her eyes and mouth and hoped that this time she would. Mine were already closing, so I just hoped.

She gasped next to me as the third jet of cum splashed off our faces. I wiped the cum from my eyes, turned to her and saw a woman covered in cum, her eyes shut tight against the cum covering them. I carefully used my fingers to removed most of the residual cum from her eyes. She blinked several times, her mouth opening and closing, her tongue coming out to wipe the cum from her lips. I watched as her tongue returned into her mouth, covered in cum from the horse, she took it in and swallowed. I gave her a smile and pulled her into a deep hug, still underneath the horse. I kissed her passionately, out tongues playing over each other’s. As we crawled out from under the horse, we were laughing. We were cover in horse cum, but we were laughing.

Immediately, we were greeted by Dor and Tami holding the two goats. Marge looked at them, down at her cum covered body, and then to me. “Can we get cleaned up, first?”

“Silly, girl … you think the a****ls care?” She shrugged. She looked at Don as she did so and gave him a resigned look. This was what she had been looking for. A complete experience of being the female to any of the a****ls. It was a perverse fantasy taken to this point and she was beginning to realize that. She walked directly to the goat, though, and listened to the suggestions that Tami gave her. She was going to be a trooper, but I knew then that she wouldn’t make the 12 hour mark. That was fine, though, and I would reinforce that for her when the time came. She was experiencing what she wanted, the 12 hours were an arbitrary mark to shoot for. Her real fantasy was to experience the a****ls repeatedly over an extended time frame. She was certainly going to get that.

By noon, she had been tied to dogs four times, brought two horses to cum, and mated with a goat and the llama. She expressed amazement with the llama, mostly she said because of the unusual position it occurred in. We did shower at noon so our lunch could be enjoyed without the appearance of cum running off us or drying on us. As we were drying after the shower, she quietly confessed to soreness developing in her pussy.

“You’ve already mated with a lot of a****ls, Marge. There would be nothing wrong with calling it now. After all, five and a half hours of sex is a lot, especially with the four knots.”

She looked at me thoughtfully and I could see she was considering it. But then she took my hand and led me back to the others where our lunch had been brought to us. She would decide over lunch.

She did. She decided to continue, but her primary interest for the rest of the day were two specific a****ls, then she would be open to quitting. Thor and the hog.

When she had accomplished those two, the new owner of the resort was a very, very contented and grateful woman.

That night, as Sylvia introduced Don and Marge to the resort staff, Marge walked with some discomfort. She blushed as she came up alongside me gingerly and I introduced her as a woman who truly had the experience to take the resort to the next level.

* * * CHAPTER 7: MAJOR RAMOS will follow * * * Thanks for reading