Fuck it, Christa. You've earned a treat.
Ryan was waiting in the shower room when I walked in on weak, shaking legs. The first thing I saw - even before Ryan's wet, dripping body - were the chocolate bars heaped on the long bench beside the lockers. There were dozens of them of all different varieties. Creamy milk chocolate. Rich, dark chocolate. Nougat and peanut, strawberry centered and fondant cream. My mouth started to water as I stared at the pile. I'm so fucking hungry.
'This is my private stash,' he smiled, picking up a bar of creamy Swiss chocolate. 'I have to keep it locked away in here. You want a taste?'
I could barely speak. Barely think. 'Yes please.'
He smiled, breaking off a block and holding it between wet fingers. 'You have to earn it, Christa. This is your treat.' My eyes were fixed on the dark block melting quickly in the steamy room. It was all I could do to keep myself from lunging across the room.
With his free hand he started to masturbate, tightly grasping his thick, darkly veined cock and running slowly along the shaft. I could see a tiny droplet of cum forming at the tip, glistening like dew, and my pussy purred with excitement. My bikini panties were cold and wet, but I could already feel them warming again as heat radiated from between my legs.
Ryan smiled as he stroked himself. 'Undress and I'll give you a little taste. I want to see that beautiful body of yours. There's a good girl.'
I quickly unhooked the back of my bikini, sliding the cool, wet Lycra over my shoulders and dropping it to the ground. Ryan smiled at my full, round breasts, staring at my puckered pink nipples.
'Oh, that's perfect. Here's your treat,' he said, holding out his hand to my mouth. I hungrily sucked the melting chocolate from his fingers, licking every last trace of the warm, rich candy from him. I'd never tasted anything so delicious.
I allowed myself to be guided down to the long wooden bench, straddling it with Ryan facing me. His throbbing cock poked up between us. 'OK, now it's my turn.' He took another block and held it against my breast, sliding the gooey molten chocolate around my tight, pert nipple. My pussy twitched and pulsated with pleasure, and I felt my big, round breasts heave up and down as my breath quickened.
Ryan leaned towards me and took my nipple gently between his lips, darting his tongue around my pink areola to lap up the chocolate. His hand still stroked his throbbing erection as he licked and nibbled, and my pussy ached with desire to slide forward and straddle him.
I reached around him as he licked me to grab the rest of the open chocolate bar. In the heat I could smell the sweet, delicious candy quickly melting to the foil. I dipped a finger into the gooey pile and drew a line of sweetness from my breasts down to my stomach, and arched my back to encourage Ryan to run his tongue down my body.
He happily obliged. With his free hand he unwrapped a fresh bar and, sliding aside my wet panties, pushed it deep into my pussy. I gasped with pleasure as his tongue ran across my belly and reached between my legs, and when he tugged loose the lacy ribbon at the side of my panties I leaned back on the bench and shuddered as his began to eat me out.
'Fuck!' I yelled, my voice wavering with joy. 'Oh God, Ryan! That's perfect!' I couldn't take a breath, it felt so good. Ryan's long tongue played around my throbbing lips, rising up to tease my aching clit before delving deep into my sweet, wet hole. With every movement of his tongue the chocolate bar shifted inside me, delving deep into my body as it melted. I almost laughed as I thanked God it wasn't fun sized. How many years have I been shoving these things in the wrong hole?
My pussy was a hot, sticky mess now. Sweet milk chocolate melted on my inner thighs and dripped from me into Ryan's waiting mouth. He devoured me, noisily licking every last drop from my body, and leaned back on the bench with a glistening face and an expression of bliss. Spasms of joy shot through my sweet, tight snatch, and I felt my thick juices mix with the melted chocolate dripping to the bench.
Ryan's thick, rigid cock looked set to burst between his muscular thighs. The tip glistened with cum, and the urge to lick it off surpassed even my desire for the candy. I whimpered with anticipation as he took another melting block and placed it on the wet, throbbing tip.
'On your knees, beautiful. It's time to eat.' I didn't need his request. I was already sliding from the sticky bench to the floor, eager to taste his sweetness and feel his creamy cum spurt into my hungry mouth. He ran another molten pile of chocolate up and down his dripping shaft as I licked and kissed his thighs, enjoying the smell of sweat, sugary sweetness and a hint of chlorine from the pool.
My lips closed over him, stretched wide to accommodate his thickness. The urge to bite down was almost overwhelming. I'd give anything to devour this perfect chocolate cock, but I managed to resist and simply suck the creamy coating. Ryan panted, his thighs and ass muscles tensing with the effort to hold back his orgasm until I'd had my fill.
I was more than ready for his cum, desperate to taste his creamy filling. I juggled his tight, heavy balls in my hand as I sucked his length, urging him to fill my mouth. I murmured to him, struggling to speak with my mouth full of his stiff, wet shaft. 'Come for me, Ryan. Give me a taste.' I felt his balls pull up into his body, sensing his climax approaching, and I pulled away and pursed my lips around him, rolling my tongue along his tip.
His cum shot into my mouth like a fire hydrant, hot and gushing. It filled me up and spurted past my lips, rolling down my chin and dripping down my breasts. I'd never tasted anything so delicious, the thick, salty seed mixing with sweet chocolate. I could have tasted it forever and lived in a constant state of bliss.
Ryan wasn't finished with me yet. Even as his throbbing cock exploded in my hands he thought of my pleasure. He pulled away, grabbing a fresh chocolate bar and holding it lengthwise along his cock before dropping to the ground, straddling me and sliding himself in, chocolate and all, to my twitching, dripping pussy.
The feeling was incredible. His cock pushed and pulled the candy bar in and out, the ridges of each melting block thrumming against my swollen clit. With each thrust the chocolate lubricated me more, filling me up with creamy, melting juices that overflowed and spurted out over the two of us. My pussy tensed, passing beyond the point of no return, and I exploded into a pounding climax. As Ryan continued to slide into my pussy he leaned over and kissed me deep, playing his sweet, sticky tongue around mine and filling my mouth with the taste of creamy sweetness and my own juices.
I panted and gasped, coming far beyond the point at which his cock stopped spraying thick cum into my body. My orgasm seemed to go on forever until finally we came to rest, stuck together with molten sweetness as my clit ached tenderly in the aftermath.
We lay for long minutes, still locked together, feeding each other melted chocolate and licking the sticky richness from each other's bodies. Neither of us wanted this moment to end, so we lay together and worked through the pile, slipping creamy sweetness between each other's lips and kissing it back and forth.
Finally the moment passed. We rose, laughing at the sight of our sticky, stained bodies as we stepped onto the shower and cleaned each other off. I slipped back into my bikini and Ryan fished his trunks from the pool, sliding himself back into the wet Lycra.
'That was incredible,' I said, smiling dumbly as he tucked his penis back into his tight trunks. 'I've never come so hard.'
Ryan smiled, running his large, strong hands over my shapely hips and gripping my firm, full ass tight. 'Me too. Well, we still have four days here, and I'm not in the mood to go on another run. Shall we just go back to your room and eat this chocolate?
I smiled. Never heard a better plan.
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My clothes are torn to shreds, ripped from my body by strong, grasping hands. My skin glistens in the moonlight as the warm, cleansing rain glues the ragged remains of my shirt tight against my body. I can hear them high in the trees, hidden in the cano
py. Searching. Hunting. Hungry.
I can feel my heartbeat pounding through me. In my head the thumping drowns out the patter of the rain, broadcasting my position in the undergrowth like a sonar ping. Every muscle aches and my lungs burn with each breath. I can feel them getting closer. I can hear them all around me. I've never been so terrified.
But there's... something else. Something in the air. It's in their scent, that thick, animal odor. It feels like the scent is creeping around me, into me. It teases me. It tempts me. My mind is full of fear, but I can feel my body overrule it. My hands are running across my wet body almost without my control.
They slide across my full, round breasts and I feel my nipples harden in response. My quick, shallow breaths are growing more even. I can feel my fear subsiding. Down to my stomach now, tracing a line across my torn shirt and down between my legs. A gasp escapes my lips as my fingers fumble open the button of my shorts and slip down to my wet, hot pussy. The fear is gone. I feel soothed, calmed with each breath of the thick, rich scent of the creatures.
Around me the jungle dances under the assault of the storm. Rivulets of rainwater pour into my hiding place, but I'm not concerned. I don't need to hide now. My shorts slip down my legs as I stand. I can hear them breathing. I'm exposed.
I want them to find me.
Chapter One
'No permit, lady, no go. Dem big pella dangerous. Is not sef.'
My charms weren't doing a thing to convince the guide. Even unbuttoning my tight, revealing safari shirt wasn't doing the trick. I don't usually have to work this hard.
'Chema, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. I can pay you any amount you want. Just get me to the island.'
Chema laughed, baring his gold teeth as his big, round belly strained against his shirt with each booming guffaw. 'Miss Amy, I got four kids need feedin'. You plan on payin' for whole life? I go out there I no come back, den waf come in after and beat what's left o' me for leavin' her four moufs. You tink big pella dangerous, you hant met my waf.'
I could see the fear in his eyes behind his laughter. Even as he laughed he stole a glance out over the water in the direction of the island. He was scared. Scared of a legend put about by the mining companies that wanted to clear out the natives and keep them away. Time for a different approach.
'Chema, can these big fellas swim? You ever see them out in the water?'
'No, lady, dey stick inside. Dey like it dark. Too bright on da beach.'
'OK, so you can take me in just behind the surf, a hundred meters from the beach. You get me that far and I can swim from there. You won't even have to get close to the island, and I'll pay you $500.'
I knew right away I had his attention. Most people here are lucky to see a grand in a year. I guessed Chema was better off than most. He probably pulled in $5,000 a year with his jungle tours and fishing trips, but this would still be a very good payday.
'You pay $500? OK, but how you get back? I no come in pick you up, no chance.'
Got him. I could almost see the dollar signs in his eyes.
'Don't worry about that. You just come back at first light the next day, drop anchor where I swam in and I'll meet you there. There'll be another $500 waiting for you when I'm back on dry land. Deal?'
He was still scared, but I knew the type. He'd sell his grandmother for $50, and he wouldn't give back change from your hundred.
He spat on his hand and thrust it forward. 'Deal, lady. Fi' hunert up front, OK? I don't tink I be seein' you again.'
'Deal. We leave at dawn.'
Chapter Two
I first heard about the big pella three years ago while teetering on a wobbly bar stool half cut on cheap rum in a shanty bar in Dili. I'd been working with the Peace Corps on East Timor, and one night a few few friends and I fell in with an Australian rig monkey on shore leave from his Rio Tinto platform.
We should have known better than to listen to him. Oil rig workers are all drunks - at least the older ones who've spent too many years on the job - and they love nothing more than to talk shit over a few beers. They love to show off insider knowledge and experience they don't really have. They love to think of themselves as hard-bitten expats, living on the edge and immersing themselves in a culture you couldn't begin to understand.
It's all bullshit, though. Their lives are spent between the offshore rigs and the onshore bars; four weeks to earn a fortune followed by two weeks R&R to blow it on booze and hookers. Most of them don't speak more than a couple of words of the local language, and most don't go more than a few steps beyond the bar when they're onshore.
This one seemed different. He was drunk, sure, but he was young. He spoke Tetum almost fluently, and he told us he'd been in country since his late teens. He was even married to a local.
His name was Kyle, and over a cold beer he told us of an old Timorese legend of an island tribe never seen by white men. The locals called them the big pella, which is just pidgin English for 'big fellows'. They were a vicious lot by all accounts, hostile to outsiders and rumored to be cannibals.
Some thought the big pella were an undiscovered species, monstrous throwbacks of evolution. Others thought they were just men, isolated from the civilized world and subject to the ruthless laws of nature that separate man from beast. Some even thought they were gods.
All, though, believed that these creatures were dangerous. They were baby stealers; violent killers; nightmares who would attack in broad daylight without fear or hesitation. Even those who believed them to be nothing more than legend felt a little shiver of fear at mention of their name.
Exactly where the big pella lived was known only by a few, thanks to the mining companies who used the legend to scare superstitious locals away from their prospecting sites. A few small islands (though Kyle was quick to say that his own company wasn't involved) had been cleared of their inhabitants when the westerners came in and launched campaigns of propaganda against the locals. They paid local troublemakers to say the big pella were coming to kill the villagers, and they'd even stage elaborate 'murders' in shacks on the outskirts of settlements, spreading pig's blood on the walls and running drag marks through the undergrowth.
It usually worked. Kyle said five islands had been cleared using this technique, the villagers fleeing for their lives as mining execs chuckled in the background. It was a cruel trick, but I couldn't help but be impressed.
'Thing is,' slurred Kyle after one too many beers, 'it's not all hogwash. There really is something out there. I've seen them.'
We laughed it off, of course. My friends Casey and April had heard the legend before, and they knew it was bull. Kyle, though, seemed as if he truly believed.
'I was on a tour of the islands,' he said, 'last month on shore leave. We were in one of those little speedboats that look about ready to fall apart when each wave hits, and we caught the edge of that crazy tropical storm. The captain was navigating by sight but in the rain we lost visibility and he just started zipping around blindly, hoping he'd see a stretch of coast he recognized'
He took a swig of his warm beer and lit a cigarette. 'We must have gone on like that for a good few hours. I could tell the captain was panicking. Couldn't see the fuel gauge, but I know those things don't hold a lot. He almost yelled when he finally saw land peeking above the waves, and I don't mind saying I was more than a little relieved.
'We coasted in slow, picking a line through the waves until we found a spot of beach where we could land. Rivo - that's what the captain called himself, Rivo - looked a little concerned, as if there was something wrong that he couldn't quite put his finger on. I couldn't believe it when he suddenly gunned the engine and started to turn back away from the shore. I was yelling a blue streak until I turned back to the beach and saw what he'd seen.'
Kyle finished his drink and waved to the waitress for another. 'There were about ten of them, maybe a dozen. We could barely see them through the trees - just an arm and a leg here and there - but they were fuckin' enormous, that's fo
r sure. Some of them were sitting up in the branches, bending them double under their weight. Must have been eight feet tall to a man, and black. Not black skin black, like our pretty waitress over there, but jet black. The only bright spot was their eyes. We wouldn't have noticed them if the storm hadn't been whipping the branches around like it was. We would have coasted right on in and found them waiting for us.'
The arriving waitress seemed to shake him out of his dark mood. 'Anyway. I've no idea what I was looking at, but I'd swear on my life they weren't human, and they sure as shit weren't friendly.' He raised his drink and chuckled. 'Cheers.'
It was a week later that Casey and April decided to try to find the island. Stupid, looking back, but they just saw it as an adventure at the tail end of their long Peace Corps posting. They hired a guide and, after long conversions with Kyle, narrowed the location down to a single island. They set off one warm morning in February.
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