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By Azil
Copyright 1998-99
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific
person, living or dead. Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not
mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of
them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that
he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't). This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it
may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for
minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it
isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway.
CHAPTER 15: THE PARTY As the sun went down, and I pulled out of Omgee's cunt after giving her her
third dose of sperm, we heard drums outside, signalling the start of the
feast. I stood up and put my skirt on and my wives, a bit reluctantly, did the same.
Then they followed me outside, where a large bonfire was being lit in the
village square (if that's the proper term -- it was more of a circle),
several smaller cookfires were going strong, the drummers were getting warmed
up, and a crowd was beginning to gather. An immediate buzz went up as The Great One emerged, followed by his
well-fucked wives. Rohen's assistants, probably figuring that their lives (or at least their
positions of power) were at stake, had worked hard to put on a party that was
worthy of The Great One. Since The Great One was in a mood for a really good
party, he had instructed Reward to make sure that everything went well for the
organizing committee. A delegation of nervous courtiers hurried forward to lead me to the place of
honor, and proceeded to squabble over the best positions near me. I asked Reward to tell me which of the village leaders were most honest and
intelligent, and then pointed to the three he selected, telling them to sit
with me. I wanted to get a State of the Village assessment, so that I could
quickly fix any problems. Once all the problems were fixed, I could turn the
village over to the elders (with Reward to keep an eye on them) and get on
with life in paradise -- which was, after all, the whole point. When I asked my advisory council to catalog the biggest problems facing us,
all except one were things calculated to make the most well-intentioned eyes
glaze over. I have a very hard time getting worked up over how to deal with
people who don't keep their pigs and chickens properly supervised -- which
appeared to be the major domestic problem facing my administration. The really big deal, though, was in the area of foreign policy. I've mentioned that ours was a small island in a group of forty or fifty.
About half of these were inhabited, and the largest of them was Kolo Lo,
which lay just across a narrow strait from our island, which I now informed
the council was to be known as the Mallory Empire. (They practiced the
unfamiliar words a few times, trying hard to ingratiate themselves with their
new ruler). Kolo Lo was the local superpower. With a population probably ten to twenty
times (everybody here was fairly vague on numbers) that of Mallory, or any of
the other islands in the group. Unfortunately, they didn't see fit to use
their power for the common good, and Mallory, being the closest neighbor,
took the brunt of their power. The government of Kolo Lo, whenever they were running low on supplies, liked
to solve the problem by sending a raiding party over to Mallory or some other
little island, and restocking with their neighbors' livestock, supplies,
and/or women. One reason the arrival of The Great One had been so eagerly
anticipated was the expectation that he would deal with the problem
expeditiously. I didn't know how I would deal with it, so I merely listened gravely to my
council, and nodded wisely from time to time. When they were finished, I just
said, "The Great One will care for his people and bring justice to the
islands." If any of my advisors thought this statement was a bit thin on specifics, they
were wise enough to keep their opinions to themselves. While I was thus occupied with affairs of state, my wives were discussing
their afternoon's adventures with the other women of the village. The major
topic seemed to be size, judging by the way the women were holding their
hands apart. Though my cock was indeed very large, I noticed that my wives,
Kanala especially, were reacting like typical fishermen, exaggerating by at
least 20%. The other women seemed to be suitably impressed, however, and I
saw several studying my crotch with great interest. The drummers seemed to have completed tuning their instruments, and with the
advisory council meeting having adjourned, it was time for the party to begin. Some of the men were cutting up the pigs that had been roasting for the past
several hours, and women were passing wooden platters and bowls made from
hollowed-out coconut shells, filled with pig parts and various fruits and
vegetables. Lokni had the honor of serving me, and with great ceremony placed before me a
coconut shell jammed with the choicest delicacies -- the pig's brains and
eyes. With great restraint I managed not to recoil in horror, and quickly called on
Reward to help me out. He assured me that when I bit into the mess in front of
me, it would taste like a cheeseburger and fries, or a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, whichever I preferred I had a twinge of remorse that I wasn't fully experiencing the local culture,
but decided that this was a part of it I would give a miss to, at least for
now. I grabbed a handful of brains and stuffed them in my mouth. Delicious --
one of the best cheeseburgers I've ever had. I nodded my approval to Lokni
and urged her to convey my compliments to the chef. Everyone looked very
relieved that they had pleased The Great One. The meal went on, with all having a great time, even those who were not so
fortunate as to get the brains and eyes and had to settle for more prosaic
porcine portions. My various wives continued to bring me platters and bowls of various types of
food. The fruits were very good, especially the jackfruit and the local
variety of banana. But soon all were sated with food, and it was time for the entertainment. The
drums started up again, and a group of women stepped out into the circle and
began moving in time to the music, swaying their hips softly and making their
palm frond skirts swing, giving their audience occasional teasing peeks. As the rhythm of the drums increased, the swaying of the hips also increased,
as did the swinging of the palm fronds and the frequency and interest level
of the peeks. The drums and the hips continued to increase their pace, and
soon bushes and asses were fully visible everywhere. The pace sped up still
more until I felt that somebody was certain to dislocate a hip. Finally, when
it seemed humanly impossible to go any faster, the drums and hips stopped
abruptly. The audience pounded coconut shells on the ground and chanted to signify
their approval. During the performance, I had noticed, a number of men had
pulled their wives closer to them, and the wives' hands had worked their way
under their husbands' skirts. I quietly thanked Reward for having selected a
sexually-uninhibited society. He acknowledged my thanks, and told me that
things would loosen up considerably as the night wore on -- and that the
degree of loosening might be affected considerably by the behavior of their
leader. I took the hint, and decided to set a good example for my people. The next dance was a pairs performance. Four couples, spaced around the
circle, swayed together to the beat of the drums. The theme of the dance
seemed to be a chase, as the women would make a shuffling move away from
their partners, and pause when they got a few feet away. Then the men would
shuffle after them. When the men caught their women, they would sway together
for a while, the men behind the women, with a bit of crotch-to-butt contact.
Then the women would move away again, beginning another cycle. Even when the movements were slow, the dance was quite erotic. As the drums
increased in speed and volume, the movements became steadily more suggestive,
the men pushing more and more openly against the women's butts, and beginning
to use their hands as well, both on butts and breasts. I also noticed that a number of couples in the audience were becoming more
open in their play, though many were surreptitiously watching me, waiting to
see my reaction to the performance. My reaction, I could have told them, was a raging hard-on. But instead of
telling them, I decided to lead by example. Dorena being the closest of my
wives, I signaled to her that The Great One was in need of her services. She
had been waiting for the opportunity to serve, and immediate was beside me,
with her hand searching for my cock. Given its size and state, it wasn't hard
to find and Dorena was quickly giving me a first-rate hand job in time to the
drums. The crowd was palpably relieved by my actions, and the pace of activity in
the audience sped up even faster than on-stage. The dancers, however, were
certainly doing their part, as they danced faster and faster, with their
simulated fucks becoming more and more explicit. The dancers too appeared to
feel liberated by The Great One's approval. The Great One now displayed a greater level of approval by indicating to
Dorena that a hand job no longer sufficed. I wanted her to suck my cock -- as
several other couples around the circle were already doing. Dorena opened my
skirt and, kneeling in front of me, lowered her face to my crotch. Her mouth
was warm and wet and inviting, and I sighed with pleasure as I entered her.
Several women seated near enough to see clearly gasped in surprise and
pointed as my cock was revealed. The female dancers now no longer danced away from their partners' embraces.
Now they bent over and accepted the simulated strokes from behind, as their
partners caressed their asses. Dorena, meanwhile, was doing a great job on my
cock, combining a good blowjob and an outstanding handjob to bring me near to
completion. Now the couple in front of us quit simulating. Looking directly at me with a
big grin on her face and her big tits hanging down, the woman reached behind
and pulled her palm fronds apart to fully reveal her ass to her partner. Her
hands remained behind her, obviously to hold her cunt open to him. Without
hesitation, his skirt was open and his cock in its home. The other couples were quickly doing the same, and the four couples were
fucking in time to the beat of the drums, faster and faster, harder and
harder. Dorena, too, was sucking and pumping to the drumbeat. As the drums increased
to an incredible pace, the dancing couples and those in the audience began
coming, one by one, and soon I shot my load into my wife. She took the first
shot in her mouth, but quickly pulled away, wanting my sperm on her face. I
shot several times, covering her nose and one eye, with large drips down her
cheek. Still holding my cock in her hand, she looked around proudly, making
sure that everyone saw my sperm covering her face. It didn't take long,
though, for Omgee to come over to lick her face clean, as Lokni took my cock
from her and began sucking again. There was now an intermission, as dessert was served -- a type of pudding,
made from coconut milk and a local tuber. It was quite tasty, and was reputed
to serve as an aphrodisiac. I don't know how well it worked, since Reward
more than sufficed for me, but several of the men of the village seemed to
respond to it. Meanwhile, though, I gave Lokni her dessert in the form of a
full dose of my sperm. As she pulled away, Omgee took her place. After the refreshments, the next couple dance numbers were similar to the
earlier ones, and had similar results on dancers and audience. During the
second, I gave Omgee her load, and she was replaced by Kanala. The next dance, female only, was different in one regard, the dancers being
the virgins of the village -- a group of about twelve girls aged roughly
fifteen to nineteen. The younger ones in the group were quite attractive, the
few older ones a bit less so -- which probably was why they remained
unmarried at such advanced ages. There was one exception that I noted though,
an older girl, probably about eighteen, who was extremely pretty and had a
quite shapely body. She was at the far edge of the circle from me. Just as I was thinking about her, perhaps because she noticed the direction of
my gaze, Lokni leaned over and said, "That's my daughter, Parpar." I complimented her on the girl's beauty, but was surprised to see that my
words caused tears to well up in her eyes. In a few moments the reason for her reaction became clear to me, as the
dancers changed position, bringing Parpar closer to me. The shadows from the
fire had hidden part of her face from me before. Now I saw that that side was
horribly disfigured by a bright red scar that ran from her temple, across her
cheek, and down to her chin. At my questioning look, her mother said that Parpar had been slashed by a
knife in a Kolo Lo attack when she was only a small child. "Now," she added,
"no one wants her, not even the Kolo Los." The dance had heated up now, though not to the extremes of the earlier
performances. At this point, though, one of my advisors, Londo, stood up and
raised his hands. The drums and the dancers stopped as Londo, an old man
whose wisdom and sardonic sense of humor had impressed me during our earlier
session, stepped slowly to the center of the circle facing me. There was a small, expectant murmur through the crowd as he reached the
center, and he raised his hands again for silence. As the village quieted,
Londo spoke directly to me. "Great One, your people are overjoyed that you
have at last arrived to save us from our oppressors, and bring us wealth and
happiness." Coconut bowls pounded on the ground. "We have seen your power and
your virility, and know that we cannot fail with you to lead us." Louder
coconut bowl pounding, cheers, expressions of agreement. "And so, Great One," he went on when the cheers quieted, "your people wish to
give you a gift to welcome you." He gestured to the young girls arrayed around
him. "Your people offer you your choice of our village's virgins." More
cheering. Now he addressed the girls. "Please dance your best for The Great One, and
when you are finished, he will choose one of you to be his next wife." I nodded to indicate my wholehearted assent to this proposal, as Londo
returned to the audience. The drums now picked up where they had left off, and the girls began dancing
again, now with ever-wilder thrusts of their hips, and lewd gestures and looks
directed at me. After a few minutes of this, a single girl (selected by I don't know what
system) danced over toward me, stopping just a few feet in front of me, just
behind Kanala, who remained crouched over my raging cock. As she stopped, the girl, who was perhaps fifteen, cupped her small breasts
and looked into my eyes as she held them out as though to offer them to me.
The rhythm of the drums was perhaps a bit slower now, but it was hard and
insistent. The girl then reached down to the waist of her skirt and released
it, dropping the skirt to the ground. Now she danced in a small circle, showing me her shapely little ass, and
running her hands suggestively down the back of her slender thighs as her
butt wiggled in time to the music. Then she turned to face me again, splaying
her knees out to display her virgin pussy for me. Then she danced forward,
straddling Kanala's crouched body, and brought her pussy almost up to my
nose, holding it open to show her hymen. I came in Kanala's mouth. The dancer, pleased with the effect she'd had, and her time apparently up,
danced away, to be replaced by another young cutie. Dorena moved to take her
turn on blowjob detail, but I signaled that I wanted to focus my attention on
the floor show. The second dancer moved forward, swaying her hips and offering her tits
(considerably larger) much as the first had done. She, too, dropped her skirt
and opened her pussy for me. She was mostly distinguished, however, by a
dazzling smile. She also backed in in front of me and bent over to give me my
close-up view of her virgin hole. The girls continued to dance before me, one by one. They were not showing much
imagination, each doing pretty much the same actions in the same order.
Nonetheless, I was getting a look at some great pussies and asses. The choice
was going to be difficult. The village itself may not have been much to look at, but it produced
top-notch women. I reflected that I didn't care much for the Kolo Lo tactics,
as represented by Parpar's face, but one couldn't fault their taste in using
my island to periodically restock their larder with females. The last girl to come forward was Parpar, and I realized with a pang of
sorrow that she was last because she had hung back, not wanting to dance for
me because she knew she had no chance of being chosen to be The Great One's
new wife. Now, however, she came slowly toward me, and I looked over at
Lokni, who looked with a mix of pride and sorrow at her disfigured daughter. All the other girls had kept their eyes on me throughout their solo dances,
trying to entice me as much with their eyes (and doing quite well at it) as
with their delicious bodies. Parpar, whose body was probably the most
delicious of all, with her mother's large tits, came forward looking more at
her feet than at me. When Parpar stood just a foot or two in front of me, she fondled those lovely
tits and held them out to me as the others had, but her eyes told me that,
unlike them, she held no hope that I would accept the offer. As she dropped her skirt she displayed shapely but slender hips and a flat
belly that tapered into a lovely little triangle, at the tip of which was a
sparse black bush not quite hiding a narrow slit. She had large inner lips
that peeped out of the slit. As her skirt hit the ground, I signaled her to come closer to me. She looked
at me quizzically, but did as ordered. The crowd quieted, wondering what was
happening. I gestured that the girl should lean over. She did so, giving me a nice view
of her large tits hanging down before my eyes. After just a glance at this
lovely sight, though, I looked into her face, just inches from mine -- half
of it gorgeous, half hideous. Lokni looked on apprehensively. I put out my hand and caressed the girl's face, moving my hand down the long,
ugly scar. As my fingers moved, the scar disappeared. Parpar felt nothing, except embarrassment that someone, especially The Great
One, was touching her scar. No one else could see what was happening, since
her hair hung down, shrouding her face from everyone but me. As she stood up,
however, a gasp went up from those near me, then a cry from her mother. The
girl looked around in bewilderment, as more and more people realized what had
happened. Those on the other side of the circle shouted questions, wondering
what the hubbub was, and quickly the word worked its way around. Parpar, however, was probably the last to know, finally learning when her
mother rushed forward to touch her face. Then Parpar did the same, touching
the scar that had disfigured her for years and feeling that it was gone. She began crying with joy and fell to her knees in front of me, mumbling
incoherent thanks. Her mother embraced me, thanking me with her kisses and her
tears. At last I rose and took Parpar's hand, raising her up to stand beside me. "I
choose this one," I said. My choice was met with cheers and general happiness, even the disappointed
contestants seeming pleased, and congratulating Parpar. Then the drums began again and four men came through the crowd, carrying a
platform and setting it up near the center of the circle, not far from the
now nearly extinguished bonfire. On it they placed a mat. Parpar took my
hand, looking shyly but with obvious adoration into my eyes, and leading me
toward the platform. It took me a moment to realize that I was expected to deflower my new wife
before the whole village. Kinky. But, considering my recent activities, who
was I to talk? The platform was raised only a foot or so, and as we stepped up onto it, some
of the crowd drew nearer, to get a better view, but politely sitting, so that
those behind could also see. When we were on the platform, Parpar sank to her knees in front of me,
loosening my skirt, and dropping it to the ground behind her. There was a
ripple of comments from those who had not been sitting near enough to see my
monster when my wives had sucked it earlier. I saw Parpar's eyes widen in
surprise, and perhaps a bit of fear. Her mother, sitting in the front row,
leaned over to encourage her, and the girl gamely bent forward to take it in
her mouth. She was surprisingly good for a first-timer. I was to learn that girls in the
village practiced for their wedding night by sucking on the same tuber that we
had eaten for dessert, which was shaped like a cock -- though nowhere near as
big, on average, as the cock Parpar was now struggling to get in her mouth. After a short suck with lots of tongue action, accompanied by vigorous hand
massage on the considerable portion of my cock that Parpar's mouth couldn't
accommodate, I was fully hard and Parpar started to ease away from it,
preparatory to getting her first fuck. I was about to go along when the
thought occurred to me that if I were putting on a show, it ought to be a
good one. I told Reward to enable her to take my cock in her throat, then put
my hand on the back of her head and pulled her toward me. Slowly I forced my cock down into her throat. She looked up at me in fear,
but gamely kept trying, surprising herself as it slowly slid in, the crowd
watching in amazement as nearly the entire huge thing disappeared into the
girl's virgin mouth. Then I began a slow movement back and forth, gently
fucking her face. I looked down at her beautiful brown face with the full
lips, stretched to the limit by my big cock. She looked up at me in wonder at
what was happening to her and continued to suck hard every time I pushed
forward. A few more strokes and I came in her throat. She managed to swallow most of
it, but as I withdrew my softening cock, some of my sperm dribbled down her
chin. Parpar used a finger to remove the bit of sperm. About to swallow it, she
chose instead to share her first sperm with her mother, reaching out to
Lokni, who licked her daughter's finger clean. Now the girl lay on her back and spread her legs open to receive her husband.
I leaned over her and applied my tongue to her pussy, licking the delicious
lips that poked out from her pussy and drawing a shiver of appreciation from
her, then opening the lips with my thumbs and spearing her fuckhole. Again she shivered, and more followed as I thrust my tongue in and out, again
and again, having Reward lengthen it so it would reach all the way in and
brush against her hymen. The virgin groaned with lust, thrusting her hips up
at me, then mewling with pleasure as a finger entered her asshole. Soon the finger and the elongated tongue were working in tandem -- tongue in
finger out, tongue out finger in. The girl tossed her head from side to side
and bucked wildly, seeking pleasure for both her holes. I knew she was about to lose it, and I wanted her to lose it big time. I
wondered for a second if it was better to tongue-fuck her vagina or lick her
clit to send her over the top. Then Reward suggested that I needn't choose --
he'd simply give me a second tongue. At that instant, another tongue joined the action, licking Parpar's clit as
my other tongue fucked her, and my finger reamed her ass. Her groans, which
had been growing in frequency and intensity and pitch now melded into one,
and rose into a howl as she came. Her orgasm went on and on as I continued
the multiple stimulations. At last she began to come down, sobbing with emotion. I looked around and saw
that a good portion of the crowd was emulating our actions one way or another.
Parpar's mother and my other wives masturbating, and many of the men in the
crowd getting blowjobs. I didn't want to give up the momentum I had going, so I leaned over Parpar,
grabbing her nice firm tits to squeeze them and pinch the nipples. I fondled
them and caressed them as she began to revive, then I placed one in my mouth
and sucked on the hard, erect nipple. Parpar responded with enthusiasm to the sucking and then took my face in her
hands, smiling at me and softly whispering, "I'm ready for you, husband." I was certainly ready. As I let loose her tits and positioned myself between her widespread thighs,
Lokni leaned toward us. "She's a virgin, Great One, so please be gentle with
her. But not too gentle -- a woman's first fuck should be strong." This sounded like good advice, and I was certainly in the mood for a good
strong fuck. Parpar, however, was also my first virgin since my acquisition
of SuperCock. I reminded Reward to keep the pain level reasonable. Parpar leaned her head forward, expectant but apprehensive, as my cock neared
the entrance to her cunt. She spread her legs still wider. As the head of my
cock touched the outer lips she twitched, then sighed with pleasure as it
rubbed against her clit and made its way to her fuckhole. I actually momentarily doubted Reward's power as I reached the entrance to
her hole. Could I really get this huge thing in there? I pushed it forward
just a fraction of an inch and she gasped and winced. Then another fraction
and another. With each push forward she sucked in her breath, then adjusted
to it, smiled at me, and urged me forward. It was probably a full minute
before the head was completely in her hole. I could feel the tightness of her
tissue around me. The crowd was totally silent, many of the women probably
feeling sympathy pains. Now that the head was in though, it was a bit easier to push forward, and I
was able to relatively quickly push in to her hymen. She winced again as I
reached that little wall of tissue. As she did I leaned down to kiss her, and
she whispered in my ear, "Just a few more seconds and I will truly be your
wife." I was just ready to push forward into her, when she surprised me by putting
her legs around my back, looking into my eyes with determination, and shoving
her hips forward violently, shattering her own hymen. She cried out with the pain, and we lay locked together motionless for what
seemed a long time as the waves of pain swept through her. But soon enough
she pulled my face down to kiss her again, and pushed her hips again against
me, trying to get more of my cock. I pushed slowly back, and soon I was all
the way in, with the head of my cock in her womb. We rested for a second, and the crowd, which had been holding its breath,
waiting to see if a young virgin could take in such a massive cock, now
applauded the girl with a clatter of coconut shells. Lokni spoke to her
daughter, telling her how proud she was. Parpar blushed with pride and said to me, "Finally, I'm a woman, and with the
greatest of all men for a husband." Naturally, I felt that was a lovely little speech, and I rewarded it with a
kiss and the first slow movement outward. I came back with a slow stroke,
then a harder one, and then steadily harder. Parpar met me thrust for thrust
and begged me to fuck her harder. Lokni called out, urging me on, "Fuck her
hard, Great One, fuck her harder." The crowd took up the yell, "Harder!
Harder!" they screamed. I gave them what they wanted, pulling my new wife to me and slamming my cock
into her virgin cunt with the power and speed of a piston. She came,
screaming into the night, but I didn't slow. Again and again I pounded her,
as she and her mother and the crowd cried for more. Again she came with a
howl of lust, and still I slammed into her cunt, and still they called for
more. At last though I could do no more, as her third orgasm ripped through her,
and I spewed into her womb its first load of sperm. I collapsed on top of her, and both of us lay still for a long time, ignoring
the wild cheering of the crowd. Finally I raised myself up and pulled my
bloody cock from her cunt. At once, she sprang forward to lick the mix of
blood, cunt juice, and sperm from her husband's cock. Again, the crowd
cheered her. We kissed and thanked each other, then walked slowly to the royal palace to
spend the rest of our wedding night as the crowd slowly wandered off to their
own huts. It had been a heck of a party.
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