Ugly mature fucked by refugees

Hey guys i need your help.I'm looking for a video,where a mature lady with glasses gets fucked on a swing by an ugly older guy.At some point,when she's cumming,her tongue hangs out and she makes all kinds of funny noises.It's fucking hilarious.If someone knows the title or point me to the right direction,it would be much appreciated.
Thanx in advance

I confess that I need some actual help and advice here guys and girls. If you don't have real advice to offer please just stay away, trolls won't be fed here.

First about me. I am 26, male, living on the west coast, USA.
My entire life I've always been a bit of a "late bloomer" so to say. I didn't grow facial hair until I was almost 20, I didn't start liking girls until I was like 13. I have hardly DATED girls, my entire life. I have been on probably under a dozen dates. I have never been in a real relationship, nor have I really STRONGLY desired one. Sure, there have been some girls over the years I crushed hard on, but I was hardly ever whining or feeling like I really wanted a girlfriend. It had to be a certain type of girl that made me actually WANT a girlfriend, and it would make me want a relationship with that ONE girl specifically. Maybe I am shallow, I don't know, but only a very particular type of girl, is the type of girl I really really like and develop feelings for. Growing up I had 3 older sisters that basically tortured me when it came to girls. Anytime I had a crush, or asked a girl out they basically made me want to commit suicide lol.

So basically, lately I have been really wanting a relationship. I've been pretty depressed about it because I feel like I have let the BEST YEARS of my dating life go right down the toilet. And honestly... I don't find myself attracted to girls that are 26 like me. Mainly because 99% of them have been in dozens of relationships by then and are way more "advanced" than I am. If there IS a 26 year old girl out there that HASN'T been in a relationship, then there is probably something really wrong with her, or she is REALLY ugly (I know.. I'm shallow, but I just can't see myself dating a heavy, or ugly girl... it's so effed to say that but it's the honest truth).

I honestly find myself having more in common, and being more attracted to girls that are like 18ish, it just feels like they are on around the same maturity level that I am maybe? I don't know, but 26 year old women seem OLD to me, for the most part, and I don't feel like I am that old, even though I am the same age as them, lol...

Anyway... That's the backstory about me.

Now about her.

She lives in East Coast, Canada, so she is REALLY facking far away from me.
She added me to friends and started talking to me randomly on Facebook about 4 months ago. She found me because a video I made had kind of went semi-viral and she added me because of it. Anyway. Her profile said she was 20, so I said what the hell. After adding her she randomly inboxed me and we talked for a bit and she said she liked my video, etc. etc. That was basically it.

Well, from there, we kind of just talked on and off for the next few days over Facebook. Then she messaged me and said something like "Hey you have skype? My friend let me borrow her laptop so I can skype if you want"... and I was like HELL YEAH I GOT SKYPE.. lol. Anyway, we skyped that night. No nothing went down. We just hung out and laughed and talked. It was chill. I found some stuff out about her, the biggest thing being that she was 16 almost 17. Not 20. I was bummed, but I had already been talking to her for like a week and had the very least developed a nice friendship with her, and yeah. I had some feelings for her by then. We didn't talk much about our age difference during that first Skype session, but it got brought up more in the future which I will get into in a bit.

So, after getting off Skype with her, I was laying in bed just kind of thinking about the situation. I haven't had a relationship my entire life. I've been really wanting to meet the right girl for me. So this Random girl lands in front of my proverbial (facebook) face. She's really cool, we have a lot in common, and we have a lot of fun talking/flirting;p with eachother. The only REAL problem was she was 16. So I was thinking... and I decided to just kind of read up about Canada law... and it turns out, in Canada being 16 is kind of like being 18 in the USA. 16 is the age of consent in Canada. That made me instantly feel a little less gross about myself for having developed feelings for a 16 year old lol. So I figured what the hell. I'll just see where this goes and I won't end it right here and now. We talked on the phone daily and Skyped atleast 2 or 3 times a week. Realized my texts to her were international and racked up a $400 cellphone bill in just texts, in just the first 2 weeks LOL. Fixed that by getting a free texting app on my iphone :)

Well, fast forward 4 months, and so much has happened it's kind of insane really.

We didn't start dating or having a long distance relationship. We both developed feelings for eachother in the beginning. But we talked and basically decided there was no way her and I could date right now. Primary reasons: 2500 miles, and 10 years in age difference). She said if we're friends for a few years or something when the age difference isn't such a big deal, and the door opens in the future for us to date then she would be open to it, but not right now. I agreed and felt like it was the best decision at that time. I wasn't about to go tell my whole family I was dating a 16 year old.... even if it was legal. So, from that point forward, I was basically "friend zoned" and it was dreaded... but we still flirt from time to time and we talk a ton so I think some feelings are still there.. Plus I make jokes every now and then and be like "Dont you even think about putting me in the friend zone ;)" lol. Anyhow. Friend zone sucks. It hurts because I still have really strong feelings for her, and it seems like she's gotten over me so easily :-/ I mean she still talks to me and texts me, but she's like dated other guys and stuff over the last 4 months and I am just pretty sure that her heart doesn't ache for me, like my heart ache's for her :/. I haven't dated any girls over the 4 months. Nor have I even really LOOKED at girls... I feel like I have found the girl that I really want to be with, but I can't have her. At least not right now. And honestly. I would be willing to wait for this girl.

There was a time where our friendship was hanging by a thread. I actually thought I was never going to talk to her again at 1 point. She got really mad at me and felt like I betrayed her, here's the story. She was and still is getting bullied really bad at school (this girl is GORGEOUS I was shocked that she was getting bullied), plus 1 of the guys she dated for a week or so broke up with her. She was SEVERELY depressed at one point, and started cutting her arms and inner thighs. One night she was talking to me over Skype and she was crying and I could tell she was in a ton of emotional pain. And it literally was killing me because I couldn't physically hold her and tell her it would be okay. Anyway, she opened a pill bottle, poured about 7-10 pills into her hand popped em in her mouth and downed them. I was able to talk her into purging and throwing them up, but I was really scared because I knew she was in a really bad place at that moment, and I couldn't physically be there so I felt like I had to do something. She "went to bed" and told me she was turning her phone off... I was truly scared I wasn't going to ever talk to her again, I really felt like she might do something. So I texted her mom, and told her that her daughter was hurting herself and to please go and check on her right away. At the time, it felt like the only thing I could do, to guarantee she would survive that night. The next morning, it felt like the stupidest decision I ever made, but I knew that girl was hurting and was on the verge of doing something that was a big mistake. It nearly ruined our friendship. She didn't talk to me for about a week. It took a couple weeks for things to kind of return to normal between her and I. She says I sold her out to her mom, and betrayed her trust... Her mom has told me several times I made the right decision. Deep down I believe I quite possibly saved her life... and I think just recently she is beginning to believe and realize that too, because she has been extra nice to me, and she has started telling me things again. Things bugging her, and on her mind and stuff. Stuff that you would only tell someone you trust... so I think I am regaining her trust.

3.) She's had a couple failed relationships over the 4 months... and honestly, each time she starts talking to a new guy. It just kills me :(. Like I said above it just feels like she moved on from me so easily... and I... didn't. My feelings are as strong as ever for her. She's on my mind every minute of every day. I feel ashamed and stalkerish. I do the whole facebook watching thing and everything lol... and don't act like you don't do that shit too girls. :) But her most recent guy that shes into is really bothering me =(. See, she didn't want a long distance relationship with me. I understood. I would of been cool with a long distance relationship, but I agreed that the age difference would just be too hard to explain, in a couple years it's not as bad, but right now its basically a no no. Anyhow, this new guy apparently lives REALLY far away from her. She hasn't told me exactly where, but she said it's "too far :(". Oh, and he's a fire fighter so I know this guy is at the very least 18, but probably more like 20 or 21, and it kinda bugs me which is hilarious and hypocritical I know :P.

So basically it's bugging me a lot that she might start long distance dating this guy, after not dating me for distance/age issues :-/.

So... If you have gotten this far, You rock. Now, for the entire point of this thread lol. All of that was just the backdrop to my situation so you guys and girls can give me the proper advice on what I should do.

The past 4 months have been an emotional roller coaster for me. I have insanely strong feelings for this girl, and we have an amazing friendship.

The problem is, the emotions! I am losing my mind over this girl! Even though we talked and put closure on what our relationship was going to be for the time being, I still find myself constantly thinking about her, I can't bring myself to putting her into the "friend zone" and just shutting the door on my feelings for her...

How the hell do I maintain a friendship with this really awesome girl, and not let the feelings for her, and the emotions get to me so much? Is it even possible? Should I tell her I am still crazy about her, and maybe she has felt the same? I know that I have put on a pretty decent poker face the past 4 months and I don't think she has any idea just how much I obsess over her lol... Well she might have a slight idea because I'm always super interested and wondering about new guys she starts talking to or dating lol.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think... Part of me thinks I will never be okay just being her friend and I either need to be with her, or just stop all contact with her so I can get her out of my head and the feelings and emotions can go away finally.
The other part of me thinks that I should stick it out and stay in practically daily contact with her, skype as often as possible... Keep a good friendship and maybe some day in about a year in a half here when she graduates and turns 18... maybe something can happen then? God I honestly do not think I can take another year+ of the emotional torture though.

Lol, anyway. That is the longest freaking thing I've written since high school. Sorry for that, if you read it all, kudo's to you. If you can offer me and advice I would really appreciate it. Try and keep it respectful though. I don't feed trolls.

So i have a story guys which is %100 true and happened to me

It all started one night when my sister had a bunch of her friends over for a slumber party. My sister Susie was 2 years older, making her 20. She has the body of a mature woman, standing 5’7” weighing about 145 with brown hair and brown eyes. She is Athletic and has nice firm 36C breasts. The reason I know they are firm is because she likes to wear bikinis in the pool and her breasts seem to move only slightly when she walks. Most of her friends are on the college volleyball team and range in height from 5’5” all the way up to 6’. Myself I am somewhat athletic, having played football my last year in high school. I am 5’ 10” weighing about 185 with brown hair and greenish brown eyes.

The night in question started out just like every Saturday night, except for my parents taking a weekend trip to my aunt’s house in Arkansas. I was working at the local fast food place and had to work till 10. So when I got home I found that my sister had 4 of her friends over and they were all spending the night. This really did not thrill me that much considering I was covered in grease and worked 9 hours. The only thing that made me smile is when all of them looked up and said hi to me and seemed like they were all excited to see me. They were all dressed in their sleeping clothes, which was basically a long T-shirt and some shorts and others in panties. I was excited to see one of my sister’s friends Stacey. She was taller than my sister by a couple of inches and had nice tanned long legs, a face of an angel and breasts that were just as firm as my sister’s just a little smaller.

As I walked to my room my sister started teasing me about Stacey being there and knew I liked her. In a stupid attempt to get to know Stacey, I told my sister how I felt. So she never passed up a chance to embarrass me in front of her. My Sister is a bitch. So as I walked into my room, I heard Stacey in her sweet voice tell my sister not to give me any trouble and that it was cute that I had a crush on her. Great, the woman I was drooling over thought it was cute that I had a crush on her. So feeling like a little kid I went and got ready to take a shower. When I went into the bathroom with my towel on I looked in the mirror. I did not look like a little kid being that I just turned 18 a little over 2 weeks ago. I started thinking about Stacey and could feel a little twinge under my towel. I took my towel off and my cock started perking up. I could tell my heart was beating faster because of the way my semi-soft cock kept bouncing with the rhythm of my blood flowing through my body. I thought that if only Stacey knew what I was hiding under my jeans, she would not think of me as a little kid anymore.

I got in the shower feeling really low about myself. I let the warm water fall over my body and thought about how my body would feel under Stacey’s warm touch. After I got done washing my hair I started rubbing soap all over my wet body. As I got to my flaccid cock, I started to rub it up and down lightly. I felt it getting harder and hotter. As my cock grew to its’ hard length of just over 8” I started pulling at it harder and faster. I could feel my balls start getting tighter under my shaft and was feeling really good. All of a sudden my concentration was broken by a hard fast knock on the door. It was one of my sister’s other friends Cindy. Cindy by no means was an ugly girl. She was the tallest at 6’. She was a pure athlete and hardly had any body fat on her at all, which means she did not have very big breasts. She still had a hot body; her legs were smooth with little cuts from being a jock. Her hair was long and blonde that went to the middle of her back. She had the prettiest pale blue eyes you had ever seen. She started yelling that she had to use the bathroom and asked if I was almost done. I said hold on a second and heard her go back down the hall giggling.

I wondered if she heard what I was doing in the shower. Could she have heard me pleasuring myself through the door and with the water going? I hurried out of the shower and dried off real fast and peaked my head around the corner to hear what was being said. I could hear them all down the hall giggling as I heard Cindy whispering. I heard my sister laugh the loudest, and then I heard her start giving Stacey trouble,

“Maybe he was thinking of you in there”

“Yeah, it sounded like he was really enjoying himself” I heard Cindy chime in.

Then I heard Stacey defend herself in a smug tone, “you guys are just jealous he was thinking of me and not you.”

I let out a little laugh as I heard this and they all got quiet, I ran to my room and slammed the door. So I have no clue what they all said after I left. I heard Cindy come back down the hall and go into the bathroom. After I dried off I lied on my bed naked and went back to the thought I had in the shower. My cock started jerking a little with every thought of Stacey. I was thinking how she defended me in the other room. Could she really think I was cute and was interested? As I thought about that my cock got harder and started sticking straight up, I felt a little pre cum start forming on my tip so I rubbed it around and made my cock head shiny. As I lied there another thought popped into my head, there was a really hot girl in the next room with her pants down around her ankles and her pussy exposed. I wondered what it would be like to see a girl pee and where it came from. The only sexual experience I ever had was kissing a girl and talking about more than what we ever did. I was not an ugly guy, just really shy and did not know how to talk to girls.

As I started stroking harder and faster I lost all track of everything around me. I did not hear Cindy come out of the bathroom or my door start to creak open. I lied there with my fist around my throbbing cock going up and down it really slow and deliberate. More pre cum started coming out as I squeezed the head to get it all out. I started rubbing it on my hard shaft and started getting wetter and more slippery. I started going faster and harder moaning softly. I could feel my balls getting tighter and filling with my man mustard. My cock was so hot and wet that my fist easily slid up and down the long shaft.

I could feel my cum start sliding up my shaft when I looked up and saw 5 girls standing at my door staring at my hard cock in my hand. As my cum started shooting out of my cock I looked up and saw them standing there. I grabbed my blanket and tried to cover up while my cock was shooting ropes of cum all over my blanket.

Want me to continue? can post pics of stacey too?

This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is.

AFRICAN DRUM'S - Part 1

Kristen had whined the entire week before they
left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight,
and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally
snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili
dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of
a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They
intended that this would be a good old fashioned family
holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed
them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg-
ging had managed to sway them.

Thus she was now standing on the runway in a
baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag-
gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It
was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug-
gage sitting beside him.

Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the
baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused,
astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she
noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after
all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same
way.

She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning
young woman. Her development had started early. Even
when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity
was such that she was taken for a girl several years
older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at
her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways
to her benefit.

At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking
her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing
clothes and positioning her body in such a way that
older boys and even grown men would groan and flash
carnal visual images in their minds.

By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an
expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering
men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body
to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard
steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school,
to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F
to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with
them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers,
combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her-
self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs,
or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.

She'd gotten great grades in High School without
having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard.
Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer
group in school, few openly questioned her methods for
academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just
this year, and had found the college professors even
more willing to come under her sway. The high school
teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and
even after she passed the age of consent, of firing,
if caught with her.

College teachers didn't really have to worry
about that. Affairs between students and teachers
weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what
she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry
about consequences.

Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her
tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was
cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have
to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could
automatically bring males organs to erection.

Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's
Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a
pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall
and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a
ballet dancer.

Her breasts were large enough to cause double
takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect
symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved,
even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in
the exact center of each breast, which, when hard,
lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out
hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into
poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming
contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.

Her ass would have won awards if such were given,
and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It
was the perfection other women longed for, had opera-
tions for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imper-
fection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They
were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in
her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels
and tightly shaping pants and jeans.

Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness.
Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she
wanted, they were the eyes of an appealing child.
Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.

Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing
that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was nar-
row and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth,
brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face
was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men
with regret, that they would never know her intimate
acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.

Her hair was the perfect frame for such a won-
drously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as
feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the
same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around
her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her
chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-
fall.

All of these taken together drew lustful and en-
vious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contri-
buted to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always
tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well
as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave
her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions
when she tried.

Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth
watering face were not the only reason she was drawing
stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but
not unattractive shade of pink.

If she had been aware of the amusement, or con-
fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply
sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication
of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the
world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be
wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included
hair coloring and style.

She was not aware of the bewildering looks though,
since all her attention was focused on herself, and the
unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently
feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally
forced to contend with.

Seldom in her short life had she been refused any
pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran-
sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was
her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied
her.

Of course this went a long way to explaining her
self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook
on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human
being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow
as a dried river bed.

Though she was far from stupid, an original
thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She
followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to
be "IN."

Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna
that was permissible, but out in the open, in her
clothes, it was utterly intolerable.

"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go in-
doors where it's air-conditioned?"

"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart.
It's hotter than out here," he replied.

"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In
her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What
kind of a place was this?

"Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father
sighed with relief.

Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing
towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes
against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as
the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small
pebbles and dirt all around.

"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.

"I am."

"Righto."

A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to
stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust.
The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse
dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap
brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked
into boots, not even designer boots.

He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type
way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps.
His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest
hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen
wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out
his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."

"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands.
"This is my wife Lucy..."

"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and
forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.

"And my daughter Kristen."

"Hi there Kris." he grinned, his eyes sliding
quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.

"Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.

It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to
begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris.

With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their
bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the
rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not
even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly
done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to
await them.

Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and
Kristen carefully stepped in.

"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.

"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning!
What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and
hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas-
sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded
seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt
field and out through the airport gate.

In a short length of time, they were driving
through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for
a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around
aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language
that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only
two acceptable languages other than English.

"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.

"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous.
We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the
rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."

"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de-
manded in astonishment.

"That's it beautiful."

"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!"
she exclaimed.

He looked back at her in irritation. "And just
what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine,
girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without
stalling."

"How long do we have to be riding around in this
thing?" She demanded.

"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he
grinned.

"Daddeeeeeeee!"

"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a
Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate
her.

"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-
conditioned!?"

"You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition-
ing pinky." Joe grinned.

"What?"

"He means you won't get used to the heat,
darling."

"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp-
ed her foot on the floor.

"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."

"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.

He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper.
She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank
back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un-
til she was back home again. The Rover continued to
bounce along until they reached a small village outside
town.

There they stopped. There was six other four wheel
drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in
disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to
the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.

"You told me to find everything on the list and
bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said,
shrugging.

"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de-
manded. He poked his nose inside the rovers and jeeps,
his face growing more and more incredulous.

Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture
here, fer chrissake!"

"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."

"Tables and chairs!"

"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a
table." Kristen sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at
her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"

"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.

"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up
and set down?"

"I'm sure they'll manage."

Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"It's your funeral," he said before finally,
stomping over to the other drivers.

"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a
better guide, Charles?"

"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."

"He smells badly." Kristen sulked.

"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her
father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked
at him in disgust.

They bounced down dirt roads for several more
hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They
left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she
couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small
clearing by a river.

"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious re-
lief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far
away from Kristen as he could get. Never had he had to
bear such a constant unending barrage of whining com-
plaints, and snotty comments.

If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try
and block her out for most of the afternoon, Kristen
would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all
that different from most men's fantasies about her,
except for being considerably more violent.

The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp,
which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve
feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside
each they carried a large round plastic bathtub, which
they set up in a curtained corner, along with the
portable toilets.

They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then
put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the
top was put into place, and a generator to power the
pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large
vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water,
which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.

Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and
watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with
tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Kristen saw him, she
turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined
what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round
little behind.

The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery,
what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from
the camp at least. Kristen accompanied her parents,
shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.

He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere,
Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por-
table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light.
The fire drew the only appreciative statement from
Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it
was "OK."

Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all
retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's
mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl
having a shower and despite his irritation at her,
found his loins stirring.

Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the
little bitch had been such a snotty little thing that
he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.

With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and
poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head
out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across
the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked
inside.

The curtain that ran around the tub was in place
and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only
as good as the power source which had to be small
enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water
enveloped the girl as she stood under it.

The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow
showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered
across the few feet that separated it from him and
pulled it aside slightly.

Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his
many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of
appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her
beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells
of her buttocks and magnificent legs.

She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then
opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her
hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He
closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
No, he hadn't been imagining.

"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily
covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body!
His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking
even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously
thrust her chest up and out.

Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the
softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a
blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as
she stood with legs slightly apart.

The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin,
giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pound-
ing and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to
keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and
there.

Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as
physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent
his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality
flaws, he was going to have the little bitch if it was
the last thing he did!

He set out to please her as soon as she returned
from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse
her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying
to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Be-
sides, he was as far from her type as it was possible
to get without actually being ugly.

His smile became strained over the course of the
evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial
attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa-
tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks,
arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.

He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that
night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she
repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent
he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When
she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he
was in no mood to be pleasant.

Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into
his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was
ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better
than hers.

Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt,
that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned
and then tied together below her braless breasts.

That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two
tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did
not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she
wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis-
liked was commonplace to her.

Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored
things currently in vogue in California, and looked
preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.

"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing
through her tent flap.

"This thing doesn't work." she complained, point-
ing at the shower.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" She look-
ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid.

"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful-
ly as she stared at him.

"It ain't my shower." He glared.

"You were hired by my father..."

"To guide you through the jungle. You want a
plumber go and find one."

"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.

"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.

"When I tell my Daddy..."

"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you
want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to
your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved
right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches
away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov-
ing forward until she was backed against a table.

He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your
shit don't stink! Do it?"

Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No-
body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this
before.

"I... I... I..."

"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining
voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to
bend backwards across the table.

"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever
seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God-
dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a
crazy wears pink hair anyway!?

"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.

"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes
glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your
clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off
your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone
that takes notice!"

He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her
back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your
dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock
up your tight, cold little hole!"

Kristen gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in
embarrassment and outrage.

"I bet for all your showin' off your still a
stinking virgin!" he snarled.

"I... I am not!" she whined.

"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man
between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down
and cupped her left breast through the sweaty
blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are
you!" He sneered, again putting his face right up
against hers.

Kristen was now terrified. She was in a situation
she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her!
Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and call-
ing her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and
gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand
away from her hot, sweaty breast.

"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.

"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A
man hating little homo!"

"A... am not!" she whimpered.

"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then
abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her
shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Kristen
gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.

Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped
her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound.
His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked
up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull
away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her
cunt.

End Of Part 1